So spill from our cups—earth honouring,
Earth that will triumph one day;
Let earth play the tune round faery ring,
Twanging the strings we obey.
[Where the wine is spilt on the ground dwarfs spring up,
each clad in green and bearing a golden harp.]
Clear tables away, come dwarfs, come elves
Harp for us, harp long and loud!
Let fingers that grasp the golden helves
Work strings with music endowed.