GOLDEN hair and blue eyes,

Opened wide with wonder;

Dimpled hand, that softly lies

The leaves to keep asunder, -

What's the volume that you read,

As the fire light dances,

Casting shapes that vainly plead

For your laughing glances?

Fairy tales! Fairy tales!

Now I know the reason,

When all else amusement fails,

This you ever seize on.

Is the princess young and fair,

Full of sunny gladness?

Is the prince a gallant heir,

Loving her to madness?