A SONG FROM "THE PLAYER QUEEN'
 
 MY mother dandled me and sang,
 "How young it is, how young!'
 And made a golden cradle
 That on a willow swung.
 "He went away,' my mother sang,
 "When I was brought to bed,'
 And all the while her needle pulled
 The gold and silver thread.
 She pulled the thread and bit the thread
 And made a golden gown,
 And wept because she had dreamt that I
 Was born to wear a crown.
 "When she was got,' my mother sang,
 I heard a sea-mew cry,
 And saw a flake of the yellow foam
 That dropped upon my thigh."
 How therefore could she help but braid
 The gold into my hair,
 And dream that I should carry
 The golden top of care?