Thomas Hardy - In the small hours lyrics

I lay in my bed and fiddled   With a dreamland viol and bow, And the tunes flew back to my fingers   I had melodied years ago. It was two or three in the morning   When I fancy-fiddled so Long reels and country-dances,   And hornpipes swift and slow. And soon anon came crossing   The chamber in the gray Figures of jigging fieldfolk -   Saviours of corn and hay - To the air of “Haste to the Wedding,”   As after a wedding-day; Yea, up and down the middle   In windless whirls went they! There danced the bride and bridegroom,   And couples in a train, Gay partners time and travail   Had longwhiles stilled amain! . . . It seemed a thing for weeping   To find, at slumber's wane And morning's sly increeping,   That Now, not Then, held reign.