Ha!—what is that? I see around me lights
Dancing and flitting, yet they do not seem
Like torches either—and there’s music too!
I’ll pause and listen.
Chorus of Ignes Fatui.
Follow, follow, follow!
Over hill and over hollow;
It is ours to lead the way,
When a sinner’s footsteps stray—
Cheering him with light and song,