And there two dwarfs he perceiv’d with joy
Fit to execute his design.
There they sit, and enjoy the morning breeze;
(The sunbeams redden the sky)
They love to rest under branching trees,
But from the sun’s glare they fly.
And oft they dance on the humid grass,
(The birds on the trees sing sweet)
And joy the mystic circle to trace
On the turf with their nimble feet.