Down by a willow-tree, a hidden place so rare Across a silent lake, where their secrets lie bare The most delightful scene to see The dancing messengers of purity Wild manes in the wind, she holds the key Riding towards the dawn, sky-clad and free The maiden goddess, her spirit to me Fills the cup with Eostre's sensuality Pa**ing white mares in the silver moonlight Carriers of ghosts seeking the other-side Vanishing into the night before my eyes Pa**ing, leaving but a dream behind