Walking earth in form divine,
While, in spray of silvery fountains,
Naiads' gleaming tresses shine!
Dryads, in the forest-shadow,
Whispered light at eve and dawn,
And the fairies, on the meadow,
Danced a measure with the Faun:
Radiant forms to earth descending
In the moonlight, with the dew,—
Earthly grace with heavenly blending,—