Bother Bulleys, let us sing br    From the dawn till evening! - br For we know not that we go not br    When the day's pale pinions fold br    Unto those who sang of old. br br    When I flew to Blackmoor Vale, br    Whence the green-gowned faeries hail, br Roosting near them I could hear them br    Speak of queenly Nature's ways, br    Means, and moods,--well known to fays. br br    All we creatures, nigh and far br    (Said they there), the Mother's are: br Yet she never shows endeavour br    To protect from warrings wild br    Bird or beast she calls her child. br br    Busy in her handsome house br    Known as Space, she falls a-drowse; br Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming, br    While beneath her groping hands br    Fiends make havoc in her bands. br br    How her hussif'ry succeeds br    She unknows or she unheeds, br All things making for Death's taking! br    --So the green-gowned faeries say br    Living over Blackmoor way. br br    Come then, brethren, let us sing, br    From the dawn till evening! - br For we know not that we go not br    When the day's pale pinions fold br    Unto those who sang of old.