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There is a flute that follows me

From tree to tree:

A water flute a spirit sets

To silver lips in waterfalls,

And through the breath of violets

A sparkling music calls:

"Hither! halloo! Oh, follow!

Down leafy hill and hollow,

Where, through clear swirls,

With feet like pearls,

Wade up the blue-eyed country girls.

Hither! halloo! Oh, follow!"

There is a pipe that plays to me

From tree to tree:

A bramble pipe an elfin holds

To golden lips in berry brakes,

And, swinging o'er the elder wolds,

A flickering music makes:

"Come over! Come over

The new-mown clover!

Come over the new-mown hay!

Where, there by the berries,

With cheeks like cherries,

And locks with which the warm wind merries,

Brown girls are hilling the hay,

All day!

Come over the fields and away!

Come over! Come over!"