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moonlight fades from flower and tree,
 * And the stars dim one by one;

The tale is told, the song is sung,
 * And the Fairy feast is done.

The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
 * And sings to them, soft and low.

The early birds erelong will wake:
 * 'T is time for the Elves to go.

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
 * Unseen by mortal eye,

And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
 * Through the quiet moonlit sky;—

For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
 * And the flowers alone may know,

The feasts we hold, the tales we tell:
 * So 't is time for the Elves to go.

From bird, and blossom, and bee,
 * We learn the lessons they teach;