TO M. A. B.

(To Miss Marion Terry, "Mary Ann Bessie Terry.")

THE royal MAB, dethroned, discrowned

By fairy rebels wild,

Has found a home on English ground,

And lives an English child.

I know it, Maiden, when I see

A fairy-tale upon your knee-

And note the page that idly lingers

Beneath those still and listless fingers-

And mark those dreamy looks that stray

To some bright vision far away,

Still seeking, in the pictured story,

The memory of a vanished glory.