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ye left the greenwood lone, Are your steps for ever gone? Fairy King and Elfin Queen, Come ye to the sylvan scene, From your dim and distant shore, Never more?

Shall the pilgrim never hear With a thrill of joy and fear, In the hush of moonlight hours, Voices from the folded flowers, Faint, sweet flute-notes as of yore, Never more?

"Mortal! ne'er shall bowers of earth Hear again our midnight mirth: By our brooks and dingles green Since unhallow'd steps have been, Ours shall thread the forests hoar Never more.

"Ne'er on earthborn lily's stem Will we hang the dewdrop's gem; Ne'er shall reed or cowslip's head Quiver to our dancing tread, By sweet fount or murmuring shore— Never more!"