Oh, the charm of idle dreaming br Where the dappled shadows dance, br All the leafy aisles are teeming br With the lure of old romance! br br Down into the forest dipping, br Deep and deeper as we go, br One might fancy dryads slipping br Where the white-stemmed birches grow. br br Lurking gnome and freakish fairy br In the fern may peep and hide . . . br Sure their whispers low and airy br Ring us in on every side! br br Saw you where the pines are rocking br Nymph's white shoulder as she ran? br Lo, that music faint and mocking, br Is it not a pipe of Pan? br br Hear you that elusive laughter br Of the hidden waterfall? br Nay, a satyr speeding after br Ivy-crowned bacchanal.