The Wonderful Fairies of the Sun/The Fairy King and Queen
“So, calling his chariot every morn,
Through the regions of space he’s whirled.”
THE FAIRY KING AND QUEEN.
THE Sun is the King of the Fairy Realms,
And a Monarch we all know well;
So let us gaze high o’er the skies and see
Where this King and his courtiers dwell.
’Tis a beautiful palace of solid gold,
With jewels and jems galore;
And all of the Fairies, both rich and poor,
Are welcome within its door.
He works very hard for a Royal King,
For there always appears to be
A legion of things to be done each day
That no one can do but he.
So, calling his chariot every morn,
Through the regions of space he’s whirled,
With a thousand bright Sunbeams to wait on him
On his journey around the world.
When taking this trip, he is always dressed
In an armor of shining gold;
And he carries a sword made of rays of light.
Which he uses, so I am told,
To punch through the clouds when a storm is o’er,
In order that he may see
If the Raindrops have finished their work and left
All things as they ought to be.
His throne is a glorious blaze of light;
And round on all sides there stand
Hundreds of Elves as ambassadors
From each separate Fairy Band.
But close to the throne his advisers sit,—
Four fellows well known to all:
They are General Winter, Lieutenant Spring,
Sir Summer, and Captain Fall.
When this Sun King returns from his ride each night,
He sits on his throne in state;
While his servants light up the sunset clouds
Till the Stars at his palace gate
Bring warning that Night is drawing nigh,
And Daylight has nearly fled;
Then he kisses the mountain-tops “good-night,”
And leisurely goes to bed.
But when he’s asleep, who rules the world?
Who could, pray, except the Moon?
For she is the Queen of the Midnight Skies,
As he is the King of the Noon.
“In a crescent-shaped silver boat.”
She doesn’t dash round in chariot grand,
But rather prefers to float
Serenely around in the cool night air,
In a crescent-shaped silver boat.
The stars are her bright-eyed messengers,
Who leave the King's Palace gate
To follow the Queen throughout the night;
And eagerly do they wait
To be sent on an errand down to the Earth,
Or some planet across the sky:
So she calls them all Comets or Shooting Stars,
From the way that they rush and fly.
