What is this strange feeling?
What can it betoken?
GENIUS
Ah, but yonder see I mortals,
Come to revel with delight.
Look—with ribbons and with garlands
Richly is the tree bedight!
Surely joy their bosom fills—
[To the country people.]
Tell me what it is you do.
THE FATHER
Shepherds are we of these hills,
And a feast we keep, 'tis true.
GENIUS
What the feast? I fain would hear!