The Pale Queen of Elfland
Came to my dwelling bare.
Dewdrops were on her fingers
And stars within her hair.
The Pale Queen of Elfland
Came riding on the wind:
"Ride with me to World's Ending!"
I rode, and rode behind.
We passed by hill and moorland,
We passed by pencilled steep.
"All of the world's white magic
I shall give to you to keep!
"All of the world's white magic
I shall give you, dear, my dear,
If your heart has known no sorrow,
If your eyes have shed no tear!"
If my heart had known no sorrow!
I laughed and fell behind,
And the Pale Queen of Elfland
Was gone upon the wind!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 2 November 1926
