The merry tunes are playing

Over the hills across the sea

The feet stamping and bodies swaying

Dance around the ancient tree

The pipes call clear on the mist

Across the bridge and down the dale

A laughing throng of shadows twist

As the light begins to fail

Dance for the stars my fair sprite

Across stone and moss cast your weird form

Take the moon to your heart every night

Laugh at the wrath of the storm

What is wind or rain to her?

Why does she weep, why is she mourning?

She whom the ages do not whither-

Her life is always dawning

She weeps for a clear-eyed love

Whose life danced awhile beside her own

Oh long and hard against the end he strove

Far too swiftly time had flown

Now the ages are too long

To wait so grieving and alone

She stands amongst the dancing throng

Pale, so pale, as she turns to stone