A potent fairy lived in Arthur’s day,
   Her name Trinale, beautiful and wise,
Who vied with Merlin. No divided sway
   Compelling sprites of water, hills, and skies
Would either brook; and each in anger swore
   The necromantic oath that none may break
To change by spells the form the other wore.
   By chance they met beside the Haunted Lake,
And as they met they loved, though bound they were
   To war in wizardry. What then?—The elf
Trinali waved her wand and made him, her;
   While Merlin changed Trinali to himself!
“How perfect is our marriage!” laughed the two
“For you are I, Belovèd; I am you!”