A bed for you of thistle down
and moonbeams' light shall be your crown
with gems of dew adorning there
and combs of feather for your hair
A blanket of the orchid's bloom
still scented with her sweet perfume
and pillows softer than the breast
of mother sparrow on her nest
Lie gently there my shining king
secure from viper's wandering
the faery ring hides us from harm
and crickets stand to ring alarm
Your imps are safely in their bowers
pixies perch atop their towers
they sing soft hymns to help you sleep
and watch the stealthy beetles creep
So we are safe, my king, my lord
all night for love we can afford
I shall bestow my gifts on you
To prove my throth is strong and true
A thousand kisses I have saved
and give them with my heart enslaved
see how my wings unfurl with lust
and quiver off their faery dust
It falls in showers round your head
so to my spell you're meekly led
I make of you a living throne
my vassal now, you are my drone
Now sleep my precious tired sprite
the birds will wake you when it's light
so you can govern once again
but I'll watch o'er you until then
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