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VI. TITANIA'S SCEPTRE.

Thou art a mortal maid for all thine eyes
Are dark as some immortal maid's might be.
The lips have kissed thee of our earthly sea,
And thou hast won soft smiles from earthly skies
And heard the West wind's amorous replies
To green leaves dancing through the deep June-tree:—
Yet, for all this, my soul doth worship thee
As though thou wast enrobed in fairy-wise.
Art thou a mortal? Hast thou trodden along
Our London streets like others? I will make
Thee Queen of fairyland within my song.
Its mystic woods shall open for thy sake
The barriers that for others are too strong,
And thine hand shall Titania's sceptre take.