White Willow - Now in These Fairy Lands lyrics

Now in these fairylands gather your weary hands Close to your breast and be at rest Now in these silences lean to the cadences Moulding their grace to the line of your face Now at the end of all, loveliest friend of all All things are your in this peace that endures Flowers and bu*terflies, dew-drops in gra** Suddenly quiet as painted gla** And fishes of emerald dive for the moon Whose silver is stained by the peaco*k lagoon Since it is evening and sailing weather Let us set out for this dream together