A brief poetic interlude

Overheard on a Saltmarsh

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.

No.

Give them me. Give them me.

No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,

Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,

Better than voices of winds that sing,

Better than any man’s fair daughter,

Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I want them.

No.


I will howl in the deep lagoon

For your green glass beads, I love them so.

Give them me. Give them.

No.

– Harold Monro (1879 – 1932)

I loved this poem many years ago. Nowadays, I still love it. Though this time because I can imagine it somewhere in Azeroth.  A greedy little green goblin arguing. Though I wonder with whom he is arguing, and where……

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2 Responses to A brief poetic interlude

  1. Erinys says:

    It’s a lovely poem.

    The Chill Nymphs (http://www.wowhead.com/npc=23678) have at least one green bead so I’d say it’s a Chill Nymph and as for location, I’m going to imagine them in the Wetlands.

    Every time I ride through across the Marsh, I’m going to hear this poem ringing in my head. Thank you.

    • nowiamtree says:

      My pleasure! I’d not thought of searching WoWhead for it, but I now know who they belong to, so I’m a happy tree. And I’ll hear those words myself now when I pass through the Wetlands too!

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