Scene: A circle of Druidic stones
First Fairy: Afar from our lawn and our levee,
o sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are heavy
and dream of the end of their days,
you move in another dominion
and hang o'er the historied stone:
unpruned in your beautiful pinion
who wander and whisper alone.
All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
we'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
you are wasting away, little fairy.
Second Fairy: Ah! cruel ones, leave me alone now
while I murmur a little and ponder
the history here in the stone now;
Then away and away I will wander,
and measure the minds of the flowers,
and gaze on the meadow-mice wary,
and number their days and their hours