Dryad Dance

Dryad Dance

Round the fire ablaze,
Dance the Dryads to the beat of the drum;
Beat by the dwarves
with their red beard,
and hard callused palms.

To the sweet enticing melody,
a flute of the Fauns,
They dance,
Hooves make not a sound,
on the soft sweet turf.

Enchanted trees!
Roots not planted,
move freely in the soil;
Come forth,
in your human form;
Dance away the sweet moon'lit night.