The Queen Of The Fey

Four and forty are the braids
That twine about her head.
Four and forty are the maids
That waiit upon her bed.
Four and forty are the bells
Upon her horse's bridle,
Four and forty are the jewels
Upon its leather saddle.
Four and forty are the babes
That she has stole awav,
And countless are the princes' hearts
That she did break today-.

Jane Yolen