Faery

A wish of gold,
A fortune told;
Just buy these words
The faery sold.

Pray, do her right--
She won't lose sight!
You can't escape,
There is no flight.

Promise her, dove,
You won't let love,
Fear or good-bye
Come in above!

Then she will grant--
Your heart enchant--
All this is yours.
But flee you can't!