3. Lustrously sailing here and there, Afloat in the beatific air, Birds, of purple and blue and gold, Pour out their music manifold; All day long in the leas they sing, While the sun-kissed flowers are blossoming; At eve, when the dew-drop feeds the rose, And the fragrant water-lilies close, The marvellous-throated nightingale With a dying music floods each vale, Till the seaward breezes, listening, stay To catch the harmony of his lay And cool the air of Canary; And thus the melodies ever vary, In the vales of the ocean aviary, In the blissful valleys of sweet Canary. 4. The Elle-King’s palace was builded there By elves of water and earth and air; Lovingly worked each loyal sprite, And it grew to life in a summer night. Over the sheen of its limpid moat, Wafted along, in a magic boat, By fairy wings that fan the sails, And eddying through enchanted vales, Through walls of amber and crystal gates, We come where a fairy warder waits; And so, by many a winding way Where sweet bells jingle and fountains play, To the inmost, royalest room of all,— The elfin monarch’s reception-hall, The pearl and pride of Canary! To guard its fastness the elves are wary, And no weird thing, of pleasure chary, Can enter with evil in sweet Canary! 5. All that saddens, and care and pain, Are banished far from that fair domain; There forever, by day and night, Is naught but pleasance and love’s delight; Daily, the Genii of the flowers Shade with beauty a hundred bowers; Nightly, the Gnomes of precious stones Emblazon and light a hundred thrones; And the Elves of the field, so swift and mute, Bring wine and honey and luscious fruit; And the Sylphs of the air, at noontide, cool The depths of each bower and vestibule; And all are gay,—from the tricksome Fay Who flutters in woodlands far away, To the best-beloved attendant Elf, And the royal heart of the King himself, Who rules in bright Canary; And the laboring Fairies are blithe and merry, Who press the juice from the swollen berry That reddens the vines of sweet Canary.