"Come away, Elves! while the dew is sweet,
Come to the dingles where fairies meet;
Know that the lilies have spread their bells
O'er all the pools in our forest dells;
Stilly and lightly their vases rest
On the quivering sleep of the water's breast,
Catching the sunshine through the leaves that throw
To their scented bosoms an emerald glow;
And a star from the depths of each pearly cup,
A golden star, unto heav'n looks up,