A-wandering ’way in there!

And what do you see when lost in dreams,

Little Boy, ’way in there?

Firefly-glimmers and glow-worm gleams,

And silvery, low, slow-sliding streams,

And mermaids, smiling out—’way in where

They’re a-hiding—’way in there!

Where do you go when the Fairies call,

Little Boy! Little Boy! where?

Wade through the dews of the grasses tall,