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/ I. The winds are whist; and, hid in mist, / The moon hangs o'er the wooded height; / The bushy bee, with unkempt head, / Hath made the sunflower's disk his bed, / And sleeps half-hid from sight. / The owlet makes us melody -- / Come dance with us in Faery, / Come dance with us to-night.
/ II. The dew is damp; the glow-worm's lamp / Blurs in the moss its tawny light; / The great gray moth sinks, half-asleep, / Where, in an elfin-laundered heap, / The lily-gowns hang white. / The crickets make us minstrelsy -- / Come dance with us in Faery, / Come dance with us to-night.
/ III. With scents of heat, dew-chilled and sweet, / The new-cut hay smells by the bight; / The ghost of some dead pansy bloom, / The butterfly dreams in the gloom, / Its pied wings folded tight. / The world is lost in fantasy, -- / Come dance with us in Faery, / Come dance with us to-night.