The night we felt the earth would move br We stole and plucked him by the hand, br Because we loved him with the love br That knows but cannot understand. br br And when the roaring hillside broke, br And all our world fell down in rain, br We saved him, we the Little Folk; br But lo! he does not come again! br br Mourn now, we saved him for the sake br Of such poor love as wild ones may.