Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848 - Various - Страница 7

When the moon is high o'er the ruined tower,

When the night-bird sings in her lonely bower,

When beetle and cricket and bat are awake,

And the will-o'-the-wisp is at play in the brake,

Oh then do we gather, all frolic and glee,

We gay little elfins, beneath the old tree!

And brightly we hover on silvery wing,

And dip our small cups in the whispering spring,

While the night-wind lifts lightly our shining hair,

And music and fragrance are on the air!

Oh who is so merry, so happy as we,

We gay little elfins, beneath the old tree?