Laughing, singing, all the day!
And often, when the golden west is burning,
Ere the twilight's earliest star,
Comes her mother, led by mortal yearning
Where the haunted forests are;—
Listens to the rapture wild
Of her vanished fairy child:
Ah, see her then, with smiles and tears, returning
From the sunset woods of Carr!
They feed her with the amber dew and honey,