  A MOONBEAM floateth from the skies, Whispering: “Heigho, my dearie; I would spin a web before your eyes— A beautiful web of silver light Wherein is many a wondrous sight Of a radiant garden leagues away, Where the softly tinkling lilies sway And the snow-white lambkins are at play— Heigho, my dearie!” A brownie stealeth from the vine, Singing: “Heigho, my dearie; And will you hear this song of mine— A song of the land of murk and mist Where bideth the bud the dew hath kist? Be spun before thee silvery white, And I shall sing the livelong night— Heigho, my dearie!” The night wind speedeth from the sea, Murmuring: “Heigho, my dearie; I bring a mariner’s prayer for thee; So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes, And the brownie sing thee lullabies— But I shall rock thee to and fro, Kissing the brow he loveth so. And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow— Heigho, my dearie!” |
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