There, over the sea-weed and over the shells
And the tufted glens and the heathery dells,
O'er cave and dale, in the twilight pale,
The blissful melody floats and swells.
The knight grew faint as he ambled along,
And his heart beat high to the charmed song;
Never thought he of the lorn ladye
As he tript the pebbles and shells among.
The Faery stood in a curve of the sand,
And she waved to the Knight with her delicate