Obadiah Cyrus Auringer - The Vale of Spirits lyrics

In deep green woods there lies a fairy glade, Shut in by tawny hemlocks wild and tall; Its floor is made with richest moss, and all Its round is steeped in most delicious shade. It is a spot for listening silence made. Few sounds awake it save the wild bird's call, And winds that murmur round its forest wall, like instruments at airy distance played. 'Tis there a still and stolen guest I lie, And listen to the weird wood-spirits singing: I hear their bell-like voices floating nigh, From arches green and dewy dingles springing; They pa** in elfin song and laughter by— I hear their clear ha! ha! In deep dells ringing.