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/ I. Dizzily round / On the elf-hills white in the yellow moonlight / To a sweet, unholy, ravishing sound / Of wizard voices from underground, / Their mazy dance the Elle-maids wound / On St. John's Eve.
/ II. Beautiful white, / Like a wreath of mist by the starbeams kissed; / And frail, sweet faces bloomed out on the night / From floating tresses of glow-worm light, / That puffed like foam to the left and the right / On St. John's Eve.