Now would that he who knew so well Of fierce Pigwiggin’s armour fell, And angered Oberon’s wrath, to tell, And how their feud was ended,{2} Yea, would that he, ere hence he sped, Had writ in gold, as I in lead, For men to learn why Fays be fled, And whitherward they wended.
It hapt in ages far agone A harmful spell was cast upon That Elfin King, great Oberon, And teen and trouble brought him; And albeit none can track the skill That wove the charm full-fraught with ill, We wot the Bad Brown Witch’s will Such perilous mischief wrought him.
For she by magic showed him clear, In mirroring crystal of her mere, A wondrous Town; ’twas many a year{3} Ere yet its like were builded; But thro’ her might of gramarie She made the Elfin Prince to see The grandest that on earth should be, And most by wealth-wand gilded.
’Twas shrunk, I trow, to seemly size For straiter range of Elfin eyes, But else it had its mortal guise, No sight, no stir omitted, ...