Bring the breeze, Tallest trees; Seize our songs and bear them round. Circle on; Anon, anon, Dance we well on fairy ground. Waters bright, Gleaming light, Where's the elf of Eldon Low? Sit with me Upon the tree; Sing our songs on the topmost bough. Wait a pace; With a grace Comes our queen--a gentle sprite; Fireflies glow; Whisper low; She's the star that flits with night. _Enter EDITH as Queen, and other fairies; also JULIA._ EDITH. Our wings are very weary. We've been flying From tree to tree, with stillest motions spying Into frail nests; and every dreaming bird Popped up his head, when he our whispers heard. They told us all their secrets--many a one That is not warbled to the full-rayed sun. But dance away; we will go rest a while, While you with sports and songs the time beguile. JULIA. O, whip-poor-will, dost thou hear that tone? Come, lightsome queen, thou'rt mine own, mine own. EDITH. Art thou the elf that in the hollow tree Hoots with the owl, and mocks the night with glee? JULIA. In the halo of a star Bathe thy brow, and gaze afar; Stately walk, with dainty mien; Fold thy robes, my fairy queen; Thou art mine, and I am thine; Ope thine eyes and bid them shine. EDITH. Go hence, dull raven; when I bid thee croak, 'Twill be when frogs sing ditties on an oak; When hopping toads like winged skylarks fly; When limping elves are lovely to mine eye. JULIA. 'Twill be when the morning's freshness breathes, And the clustering ivy thy hair inwreathes; When thy voice shall be soft as the day's last sigh. And hope like a shadow shall over thee lie; Thou wilt call on my name; and from far o'er the sea, Fierce thunders and lightnings shall mutter of me. EDITH. Thou art a gypsy girl--I know thee well; Forget the queen, and Edith's fortunes tell. JULIA. Sorrow is o'er thee, though 'tis not thine own; Lonely thou art, though never alone; The sunshine is bright; but the sunshine is dark, The sea shall betray thee; yet hide not thy bark. EDITH. Sorrow is o'er me! Not on these summer days, When nature gives consent to all our plays. The happy birds attune their songs to ours, And rainbow hues encircle frolic showers; Our saddest tears are wept without dismay; Soft shining sunsets cheer the cloudiest day. JULIA. Hold thy joys lightly. Beware, O, beware! Vapors rise from the earth, and mists darken the air. EDITH. Tell me thy name, and wherefore art thou here? JULIA. I am the Queen of Sorrow; to my court, 'Mid clouds and storms, both old and young resort. The golden stream of life, on which you glide, Through my grim caves must roll its head-long tide.