I HEAR the grey geese winging Between the stars and me And little people singing Along the misty lea. A valley fox is crying, A mountain cat replying, A far off river sighing Upon her way to sea. The fairies flock and mingle, Till blows an elfin horn And gallop from their dingle Two ring-straked unicorn. I hear the creatures neighing, "Come, monkeys, cease your playing; Be off! Be off a maying: The moon is on the thorn!" Then kobold, deev and pixie, Red troll and sprite and fay, Pigwidgeon, brownie, nixie Made haste to seek the may: And where they took their pleasure, At midnight hour of leisure, A white hare danced a measure Before he hopped away. |