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The moonlight fades from flower and tree, / And the stars dim one by one; / The tale is told, the song is sung, / And the Fairy feast is done. / The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers, / And sings to them, soft and low. / The early birds erelong will wake: / 'T is time for the Elves to go.
O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass, / Unseen by mortal eye, / And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float / Through the quiet moonlit sky; - / For the stars' soft eyes alone may see, / And the flowers alone may know, / The feasts we hold, the tales we tell: / So 't is time for the Elves to go.