“Who do you…?” He wants to know,
“go with, where, and when, and how?"
Round the sound of merry prancing,
Do you feel the fairies dancing?
Drenched by morning mist and drinking
Nectar from the holly splendor.
“Where, and when, and why? . . . you wander
Here and there and way out yonder
Will you settle on a flower?
Marry me beneath a bower?
Tangled leaves of green fomenting
love ‘till ours is never ending.