There three by three those nymphs were seen,
Their arms around each other’s neck,
With flowing hair as rushes green,
And limbs like snow without a speck.
Each with a silver-tissued veil,
And brows with garlands white attired,
Sporting and dancing, never tired,
With songs of joy their guests they hail.
And now the Alfer they invite
To join their train with accents bland: