He'd have given me rolling lands
Houses of marble, and billowing farms
Pearls, to trickle between my hands
Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms
You- you'd only a lilting song
Only a melody, happy and high
You were sudden and swift and strong
Never a thought for another had I

He'd have given me laces rare
Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen
Shining ribbons to wrap my hair
Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen
You- you'd only to whistle low
Gayly I followed wherever you led
I took you, and I let him go
Somebody ought to examine my head!