Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite!
Elf of eve! and starry Fay!
Ye that love the moon's soft light,
Hither - hither wend your way;

 
Twine ye in a jocund ring,
Sing and trip it merrily,
Hand to hand, and wing to wing,
Round the wild witch-hazel tree.

 
Hail the wanderer again,
With dance and song, and lute and lyre
Pure his wing and strong his chain,
And doubly bright his fairy fire.

 
Twine ye in an airy round,
Brush the dew and print the lea:
Skip and gambol, hop and bound,
Round the wild witch-hazel tree.

 
The beetle guards our holy ground,
He flies about the haunted place,
And if mortal there be found,
He hums in his ears and flaps his face:

 
The leaf-harp sounds his roundelay,
The owlet's eyes our lanterns be;
Thus we sing, and dance, and play,
Round the wild witch-hazel tree.