Each to his mission—now no longer stay.
Go cleave the air, or skim the liquid main,
Where its proud billows dash with frantic roar,
Or break in idle bubbles on the shore,
Go do your errands on. Then here again
To taste the luscious feast, and sip the bowl,
And stay the winged moments ere they roll.”
So spake the fairy queen, and stretched her wand
The magic sceptre sparkling in her hand.
They wait no new command to disappear.