You still might harken on the hills
To roundelay
Of elf song gay
And figures flying on the wind when moonlight nights are clear,
Heighho for fairy laughter , if you had ears to hear!

And in the dewdrop you might trace
Our rainbow wings,
And chance on rings
For woodland dance, moss-couched, and each alight with fire-flies three,
Heighho for fairy laughter , if you had eyes to see!

Then weep no more in mournful melody
A vanished race
Whose dwelling place
Shines at your feet, and evermore remains a happy land,
Heighho for fairy laughter , if you could understand!