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A moonbeam floateth from the skies, / Whispering: "Heigho, my dearie; / I would spin a web before your eyes -- / A beautiful web of silver light / Wherein is many a wondrous sight / Of a radiant garden leagues away, / Where the softly tinkling lilies sway / And the snow-white lambkins are at play -- / Heigho, my dearie!"
A brownie stealeth from the vine, / Singing: "Heigho, my dearie; / And will you hear this song of mine -- / A song of the land of murk and mist / Where bideth the bud the dew hath kist? / Then let the moonbeam's web of light / Be spun before thee silvery white, / And I shall sing the livelong night -- / Heigho, my dearie!"
The night wind speedeth from the sea, / Murmuring: "Heigho, my dearie; / I bring a mariner's prayer for thee; / So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes, / And the brownie sing thee lullabies -- / But I shall rock thee to and fro, / Kissing the brow _he_ loveth so.
And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow -- / Heigho, my dearie! "