The big bright Moon hung high and round, In a densely darkened sky; The tall pines swayed, and mocked, and groaned; The mountains grew so high That the Man-in-the-Moon came out and said,...
The little Man, and tiny Maid, Who love the Fairies in the glade, Who see them in the tangled grass The Gnomes and Brownies, as they pass, Who hear the Sprites from Elf-land call...