The cunning fays! —
From all the brightest and the fairest flowers
They culled by stealth from Flora’s glowing bowers.
And some were thoughtful, and removed the thorns —
Because, perchance,
Some traveler, wandering ere the morning dawns,
Might rashly dance
Thereon with his worn sandals; others planted
Bright flowers instead, at which they were enchanted.
And some were roguish fays—right merry elves,