Come away, elves! while the dew is sweet, 
Come to the dingles where fairies meet; 
Know that the lilies have spread their bells 
O'er all the pools in our forest dells; 
Catching the sunshine through leaves that throw 
To their scented bosoms an emerald glow; 
Come away; under boughs we'll float,
Making those urns each a fairy boat;
And we'll send out wild music so sweet and low, 
It shall seem from the bright flower's heart to flow.