Hark! is that a horn I hear,
In cloudland winding sweet--
And bell-like clash of bridle-rein,
And silver-shod light feet?
Is it the elfin laughter of
Fairies riding faint and high,
'Neath the branches of the moon,
Straying through the starry sky?
Is it in the globed dew
Such sweet melodies may fall?
Wood and valley--all are still,
Hushed the shepherd's call.
Hark! is that a horn I hear
In cloudland winding sweet?
Or gloomy goblins marching out
Their captain Puck to greet?