Classic Poem

I heard a song that the fairies sang
The flowers are red and the field is green,
But the pale in the midst of green and red
Is the man that knew the heart of the Queen.

He is marked from the scroll of time
Never to snigger or sulk or tire.
You have been loved of the well-beloved
Even desired of the world's desire.

They were many about her path
They were many, but you were one,
Here if you will is a song that ends.
Here if you will is a song begun.

Time to come has it plots in store—
Time that is past can ne'er turn liar.
You have been loved of the well-beloved,
Even desired of the world's desire.

Life in your eyes was pale and proud,
Bleak winds battered you where you stood
Lonely—“O man”, the prophet said,
“Hath He not shown you that which is good?”

Count no crown too mighty for thee.
Turn not back from a whole hell's fire.
You have been loved of the well-beloved,
Even desired of the world's desire.