XXV [21]

Lightly come or lightly go:

Though thy heart presage thee woe,

Vales and many a wasted sun,

Oread[22], let thy laughter run

Till the irreverent mountain air

Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly — ever so:

Clouds that wrap the vales below

At the hour of evenstar

Lowliest attendants are:

Love and laughter songconfessed

When the heart is heaviest.