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 Over mountain, heath and wood,

Over sea, and lake, and flood,

Troop, ye merry elves of night,

Here to hold our revels light!—

We swim in the vapours grey,

Saluting the parting day;—

We glide on the white moon-ray—

Merry Elves all,

Hither,

Together,

We troop to thy call!

Where have ye stayed so long?

The sun, but now

Has sunk below th'horizon—and thou know'st