Hither, Hither, From Thy Home, Airy Sprite, I Bid Thee Come! Born Of Roses, Fed On Dew, Charms And Potions Canst Thou Brew? Bring Me Here, With Elfin Speed, The Fragrant Philter Which I Need. Make It Sweet And Swift And Strong, Spirit, Answer Now My Song! * * * * * Hither I Come, From My Airy Home, Afar In The Silver Moon. Take The Magic Spell, And Use It Well, Or Its Power Will Vanish Soon!