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254 " Oh this my king for whom I wait, Why need he suffer so ? Does no one know his coming state ? His rank does no one know ? " I tell you, all ye elements, That he shall rule one day ; How dare ye buffet him full sore With your unruly play?" Thereon the Wisdom King arose, The lord of all the fays : " O daughter, anger is not truth, Nor adulation praise. " Didst thou not scorn the fairy knights As gossamer and vain ? The fay who toys with human love Must wed with human pain." " I will not," said the fairy queen " I hate this thing called pain." But softly sighed the sleeping lad, And down she knelt again.