Where even the frail spirits of trees and flowers

Pause, and reach out, and pass from height to height.

Here will we claim for thee another fief,

An upland where a glamour haunts the meadows,

Snow peaks arise enrobed in rosy shadows,

Fairer the under slopes with vine and sheaf

And shimmering lea;

The paradise of a simple old belief,

That flourished in the Islands of the Sea.

A snow-cool cistern in the fairy hills