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.