Love in a mist of doubt was lost;
The wildwood paths were all crisscross'd, 
This way or that? O, where was she?
And which path led to the trysting tree?

A green elf whispered right in her ear:
"Are you sure your lover is quite sincere?"
Lovers are seldom what they seem 
And love itself is a haunting dream.

But a little blind god lived in the wood.
Unseen, unheard in the path he stood.
A feather dropp'd from an angels wing 
With speed he placed in his magic sling!

Straight into the heart of the maid it flew!
Faith livd. Ah! Doubt vanish'd, the world was new.
Heav'n's glory mark'd the path to her trust.
And never again was love in a mist.