Over mountain, heath and wood,
Over sea, and lake, and flood,
Troop, ye merry elves of night,
Here to hold our revels light!—
Song of Fairies (answering in the distance).
We swim in the vapours grey,
Saluting the parting day;—
We glide on the white moon-ray—
Merry Elves all,
Hither,
Together,
We troop to thy call! [They enter.
PUCK.
Where have ye stayed so long?
FIRST FAIRY.
The sun, but now
