In the shade where the maidens wade,
The dew sleeps on the petals,
With an acorn cap and the scent of sap,
A lonely pixie meddles,
The mushroom springs from a mossy bed,
Of fragrant moonlight dreaming,
And from the fire in the head,
Enchanted rivers streaming,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…
The silky luminescent wings,
Of midnights’ moonbeam riddles,
Sung upon the silver strings,
Of starlit forest fiddles,
The spiral of the branches reach,
The pattern of all life,
Written in the melody,
Upon a faery fife,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…
The ivy crowns and lichen gowns,
Of dryads’ woven dances,
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A midnight faery glances,
Under the hill in the wild night,
The one the pixies kissed,
Hidden from all doubtful sight,
The treasures of the mist,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night…