THE SONG OF THE WHITE CAMPION FAIRY

The Lady Summer now doth reign
In rich and queenly state,
And I among her royal train
Within her meadows wait.
O little heed have I for fame,
And little do I care
If few do know me by my name
And none do call me rare.
No fairer sight,no purer white,
Than this of mine is seen;
I stand in spotless livery
And serve my Lady Queen.