Just like a fairy elf;
Out o'er the tops of highest mountains skipping,
Out o'er the hill, the trees and valleys tripping,
Out o'er the ocean seas, without an oar or shipping,—
Hallo my fancy, whither wilt thou go?
Amidst the misty vapours
Fain would I know
What doth cause the tapers;
Why the clouds benight us
And affright us.