Still by the silent pool, in varying moods,
All night beneath the stars I laughed and sang,
And through the shadows joyful echoes rang,
And presently dryads slipt from tree to tree;
Nymphs from the field and stream crept close to me
And stealthy satyrs; and web-footed men
Climbed from the lake; and from a fairy glen
Came trooping little people with bright eyes,
Who listened while I made them melodies.
Then slender women, with white limbs and hair