The Nixes' Song.

Vague, vague 'neath darkling waves,          With emerald-curving caves             For the arched skies,          Red-walled with dark dull gold          The Nixes' city old             Deep-glimmering lies.     And thro' the long green nights the spangling spars          Twinkle like milky stars.          Where the wind-ripple plays          On tufts of dipping sprays             Sparkling we rock;          With blooming fingers bare          Comb down our golden hair             In many a lock;     While, poured o'er naked ease of cool, moist limbs,          An amber glamour swims.          Or in the middle night          When cold damp fire-flies light             Pale flitting brands          Down all the woodland aisles,          With swift mysterious smiles             Link we white hands,     And where the moonlight haunts the drowsy lake          Bask in its silver wake.          Come join, come join our dance          While the warm starbeams glance,             And the kind moon          Spills all her flowers of light          At the dark feet of Night,             And soon, full soon,     Thou'lt sleep in shadowy halls where dim and cold          Our city's walled with gold.