They came riding a northern wind,
Low under a leaden sky,
And the grass bowed low as they passed overhead
Cottoned kisses brushing each strand.
This was the dance of the nymphs of the air
Light were their steps, and solemn their gowns
Let loose to Earth by their lords from lofty courts
Under the sun where water gathers to fall.
White mantles veiled them as they danced
Atop crisp grass, unbending beneath their weight,
And no more could mortal eyes see of them
Than woven mists flitting through their grasp.