Grant me now this simple boon.
Let thy merry spirits come,
And elfin dancers with beating drum,
Here with me for the wild night long,
To dance and whirl with eldrich song
Till the moon shall faint and her light be gone."
Then running merrily to the other side nearer my window, she sung in the same wild key, as she turned her face to the forest,
"Spirits of the black larch-wood
Come to-night to dance and sing,
Come and all thy flowers bring,