A little silkworm is spinning
A robe for a far-off Princess,
A foaming wave of yellow
'Mid the wood's green nakedness:

It is her hair it is spinning
As fine as a morning mist
That washes the pale gold sunshine
From mountains of amethyst.

The far-off Princess she is lying
With only a greenwood dress,
By the side of a fallen Fountain,
The Fountain of All-when-ness:

It is deep in the greenwood forest,
It is close by a greenwood tree,
Far-off gleam the amethyst mountains
And the amethystine sea.