The woods are green, the meadows fair.
And woods, I know, have always been
The haunt of fairies, good or grim;
There the knight-errant hasted him;
There Bottom found King Oberon's Queen;
The Enchanted Castle always stood
Deep in the shadow of a wood.
But I know upland spirits too
Who love the shadeless downs to climb;
There, in the far-off fabled time,