Where sprightly elves and long beard goblins gay
Do dance around on light tiptoe.
Anon an elf doth stretch her silvery wand,
Made of the moonbeams bright and fair,
And lo! they ’gin their dreams of beauteous things
As she touches their soft downy hair.
The curtains of Nod are drawn aside,
And there is the fairies’ room,—
Gold tinseled Christmas trees, and dolls and toys,
Bright picture books and flowers in bloom.