In the cavern’d shades of the fairy’s cell,
Where the sound of the wavelet’s ceaseless song,
Shall glad the ear of the fairy throng.
There calm as the blue of the “bending skies,”
Whose beauty may bless e’en fairy’s eyes;
We will pass those hours of careless glee,
Whilst the woods shall ring with our melody.
Our lamp shall be of the fire-fly’s light
That shines ’mid the gloom of the darksome night,
And led by its star-like rays we’ll roam