The little fays, that dance in neighbouring dales, Sipping the night-dew, while they laugh and love, Shall charm me with aërial notes.

These woodlands teem with sportive fay and faun These grottoes glimmer with sweet Echo's glance.

Half-hidden in the great hemlock-bough, this tiny, fantastic creature, so fair, so supercilious, seemed in her waywardness a veritable fay, mate for any of the little men in green, bibbers of dewdrops, lodgers in bean-blossoms, Green-Jacket, Red-Cap, and White-Owl's-Feather.