Now in the moonlight's softest hour,
When paths are seen between olden bower,
To gambol on the dewy green,
By mortal eyes alone unseen.
When the world is sunk to sleep,
We our moonlight revels keep,
And merrily play, or gaily stray,
Where darkness wills, to moonlight stay.
Now they glide in mazy round,
Now with airy footsteps bound,
Sporting beneath the bright moonbeams,
Where their sparkling radiance gleams.
When spirits floating in the air,
The balmy breath of evening share,
And every sprite and nymph and fay.
Awakes to joy, till dawn of day.

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