​With sheaths of wheat,
And heart of pure gold,
The May Queen entreats,
To release the beast bold.
Let an oath once broken,
Snapped like a blade,
Be bound by a token,
By Love's power remade.
As noble limbs reform,
And virtue's to the fore,
So does true love warm,
And loneliness withdraw.
When false skins are done,
Two souls become one.

​An initial offering to the Rabbit King. On bright moonlit nights in the meadows behind the copse, the old folk gather to pay homage to the Great Spring Hare. Beseeching the magnanimity of the Master of the Warren for a fecund Spring, Summer and Harvest they present their offerings of fealty at an Oaken altar, already ancient in Roman times. Will their offering be enough to placate the fickle King?