  Softly in the gloaming Flitting through the vale, Fairy folk are roaming Over hill and dale. Pixies in the hollow, Elves upon the height, Let us follow, follow Through the paling light. Follow, all unbidden, To the grassy glade Wrapped around and hidden In the forest shade. Hark the elfin tinkle Of their little lutes! Mark the golden twinkle Of their fairy flutes!
See them dancing, dancing, While the silver moon Tips their swiftly glancing Little silver shoon! Tripping, tripping lightly, Where their footprints fall, Look! the grass is brightly Growing green and tall! Springing close, unbroken, In a fairy ring, For to-morrow's token Of their frolicking! |
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