ELLOW Ke UPs.

With yellow king-cups my ship is laden Where ice-bergs shine,—she has been a-roaming,
As many as it can hold, , And now she is bringing to me

“Come water elves,” sang a little maiden — A message perhaps, or may-be a letter,
“And turn my king-cups to gold’. From Willie, our sailor bold,

“There are no elves, and my ship is coming And mother will say that is far—far better,
Home from the far blue sea, Than fairy silver, or gold.

H. M. Burnsive.