In caves, in seas, in shady dells,—or even in the dust.
To you ’tis known, O spirits bright, where millions may be found;
Where gold and silver, precious stones, and gems of earth abound.
Why should ye not disclose the place where some of these lie hid?
In awful depths, in gloomy wastes, or flowery bowers amid?
From those who put their trust in you, O spirits, elves, and sprites,
Why will ye always flee away, not giving them their rights?
Tell me, I pray you, airy sprites, and fairies good and kind,
Where I, through your great influence, may some lost treasure find.
Tell me, O all ye sprightly elves and fairies that I see,