Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.
* * * * *
“Hey the green ribbon! We kneeled beside it,
We parted the grasses, dewy and sheen;
Drop over drop there filtered and slided
A tiny bright beck that trickled between.
“Tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us,
Light was our talk as of faëry bells,—
Faëry wedding bells faintly rung to us
Down in their fortunate parallels.”