[This Is The Hymn To Eleanor, Daughter Of Mab And A Golden Drone, Sung By The Locust Choir When The Fairy Child Marries Her God, The Yellow Rose] This Is A Song To The White-Armed One Cold In The Breast As The Frost-Wrapped Spring, Whose Feet Are Slow On The Hills Of Life, Whose Round Mouth Rules By Whispering. This Is A Song To The White-Armed One Whose Breast Shall Burn As A Summer Field, Whose Wings Shall Rise To The Doors Of Gold, Whose Poppy Lips To The God Shall Yield. This Is A Song To The White-Armed One When The Closing Rose Shall Bind Her Fast, And A Song Of The Song Their Blood Shall Sing, When The Rose-God Drinks Her Soul At Last.