The Nixes' Song.

    Vague, vague 'neath darkling waves,
    With emerald-curving caves
        For the arched skies,
    Red-walled with dark dull gold
    The Nixes' city old
        Deep-glimmering lies.
And thro' the long green nights the spangling spars
    Twinkle like milky stars.

    Where the wind-ripple plays
    On tufts of dipping sprays
        Sparkling we rock;
    With blooming fingers bare
    Comb down our golden hair
        In many a lock;
While, poured o'er naked ease of cool, moist limbs,
    An amber glamour swims.

    Or in the middle night
    When cold damp fire-flies light
        Pale flitting brands
    Down all the woodland aisles,
    With swift mysterious smiles
        Link we white hands,
And where the moonlight haunts the drowsy lake
    Bask in its silver wake.

    Come join, come join our dance
    While the warm starbeams glance,
        And the kind moon
    Spills all her flowers of light
    At the dark feet of Night,
        And soon, full soon,
Thou'lt sleep in shadowy halls where dim and cold
    Our city's walled with gold.