O! Had I an enchanter's wand,
And could con the words of potent spell,
I would hie away to the dreamy land
Where the merry elves and the fairies dwell,
Some purple bell or bud of gold
My home and my hiding place should be,
And more dear would the floweret's silken fold
Than a marble palace be to me!
On my fragment couch ere the morning ray,
To be rock'd to rest by the zephyr's sigh,
In the sweetest slumber during day,
Nor wake till the moon was bright and high,
O! then on the dewy green hill-side,
Deftly to dance through the mystic maze,
And quick as thought in the blossom hide
From the early shepherd's wond'ring gaze!
