I wore a crown of tiny spiders
When I first met the Fairy Queen:
Soft and newborn, under silky green leaves
She gave at once a cry
And the spiders all crawled off,
Through dark undergrowth,
While I watched them growing farther away.
Softly, her nursemaids began to sing
So that she would sleep,
And as she closed her thin lids
The forest grew still,
And darkness fell like treacle
On all of us:
Then slowly, silently, the stars started to shine.