Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.