There is a place that I know,
Where only me and dryads go.
Ivy winds round arch�s of stone,
There�s blooms of every shape and tone.
There�s a still pool in its gist,
With mermaids peeking through the mist.
They frolic there every day,
While with my fancied guests I play.
There I have met many a friend,
Down by the stream, near the bend.
There I dance with sprites and fawns,
And play my flute �till daylight dawns.
