And plains,
Of Summer in the core of the world,
And golden skies are there unfurled.
The Fairies keep
A revel there,
And banish care
With mirth;
When snows are deep,
And woods are cross,
Enjoy our loss
And plains,
Of Summer in the core of the world,
And golden skies are there unfurled.
The Fairies keep
A revel there,
And banish care
With mirth;
When snows are deep,
And woods are cross,
Enjoy our loss