I There Are Faeries, Bright Of Eye, Who The Wildflowers' Warders Are: Ouphes, That Chase The Firefly; Elves, That Ride The Shooting-Star: Fays, Who In A Cobweb Lie, Swinging On A Moonbeam Bar; Or Who Harness Bumblebees, Grumbling On The Clover Leas, To A Blossom Or A Breeze - That's Their Faery Car. If You Care, You Too May See There Are Faeries. - Verily, There Are Faeries. Ii There Are Faeries. I Could Swear I Have Seen Them Busy, Where Roses Loose Their Scented Hair, In The Moonlight Weaving, Weaving, Out Of Starlight And The Dew, Glinting Gown And Shimmering Shoe; Or, Within A Glowworm Lair, From The Dark Earth Slowly Heaving Mushrooms Whiter Than The Moon, On Whose Tops They Sit And Croon, With Their Grig-Like Mandolins, To Fair Faery Ladykins, Leaning From The Windowsill Of A Rose Or Daffodil, Listening To Their Serenade All Of Cricket-Music Made. Follow Me, Oh, Follow Me! Ho! Away To Fa'Rie! Where Your Eyes Like Mine May See There Are Faeries. - Verily, There Are Faeries. Iii There Are Faeries. Elves That Swing In A Wild And Rainbow Ring Through The Air; Or Mount The Wing Of A Bat To Courier News To The Faery King And Queen: Fays, Who Stretch The Gossamers On Which Twilight Hangs The Dews; Who, Within The Moonlight Sheen, Whisper Dimly In The Ears Of The Flowers Words So Sweet That Their Hearts Are Turned To Musk And To Honey; Things That Beat In Their Veins Of Gold And Blue: Ouphes, That Shepherd Moths Of Dusk - Soft Of Wing And Gray Of Hue - Forth To Pasture On The Dew. Iv There Are Faeries; Verily; Verily: For The Old Owl In The Tree, Hollow Tree, He Who Maketh Melody For Them Tripping Merrily, Told It Me. There Are Faeries. - Verily, There Are Faeries.