In spotted cloaks of emerald sheen
Fairy swarms skim up the green,
While forth from all the leafy wood
Spring the elfin multitude—
And little men, in mantles grey,
And green-robed fauns in great array,
The hidden dryads from the bowers,
And sylphs that leap from out the flowers,
And nymphs that rise from wavy swells,
And fays that hum in hollow shells.
All collect in countless throng,
To chant the joyous marriage song,—
And last came great King Oberon,
By whom the service must be done,
The high priest of the fairy spheres,
The minister of ministers!-
The mighty monarch said the banns,
Joined Ariel and Llama's hands.
And then uprose the anthem swell-
A hollow moon swung like a bell
Tolling in thunder peals a chime
Whose music checked the march of Time!

Filling the vast blue arch around

With one grand symphony of sound,

"Till all the air seemed like a sea
Whose rolling waves were melody!
And from the vast unnumbered throng,
Outburst the cataract of song!