Sheds a ray,
Dreamy, starry, freely bright—
Come away!
Where the fairy cup-moss lies,
With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!
Now each tree by summer crowned,
Sheds its own night twilight round;
Glancing there from sun to shade,
Sheds a ray,
Dreamy, starry, freely bright—
Come away!
Where the fairy cup-moss lies,
With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!
Now each tree by summer crowned,
Sheds its own night twilight round;
Glancing there from sun to shade,