Water-Lilies

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.