Facts from Fairyland

Wouldst thou know of meWhere our dwellings be?'Tis under this hill,Where the moonbeam chillSilvers the leaf and brightens the blade,—'Tis under this moundOf greenest ground,That our crystal palaces are made.

Wouldst thou know of meWhat our food may be?'Tis the sweetest breathWhich the bright flower hathThat blossoms in wilderness afar,—And we sip it up,In a harebell cup,By the winking light of the tweering star.

Wouldst thou know of meWhat our drink may be?

'Tis the freshest dew,And the clearest, too,That ever hung on leaf or flower;And merry we skinkThat wholesome drink,Thorough the quiet of the midnight hour.

Wouldst thou know of me,What our pastimes be?'Tis the hunt and halloo,The dim greenwood through;O, bravely we prance it with hound and horn,O'er moor and fell,And hollow dell,Till the notes of our Woodcraft wake the morn.

Wouldst thou know of meWhat our garments be?'Tis the viewless thread,Which the gossamers spreadAs they float in the cool of a summer eve bright,And the down of the rose,Form doublet and hoseFor our Squires of Dames on each festal night.

Wouldst thou know of meWhen our revelries be?'Tis in the still night,When the moonshine whiteGlitters in glory o'er land and sea,That, with nimble foot,To tabor and flute,We whirl with our loves round yon glad old tree.