Classic Poem

In the woods the little elves
Hide themselves
Under mossy rock and mound,
Under ground;
And they frolic as they play
Through the night and all the day—
Merrily the little elves
Sport themselves.

When an elfin (so they say)
Loves a fay
They will kiss and find a grot
And if not,
Neither sighs nor pines away,
Neither ceases from its play …
Oh, what things could men themselves
Learn from elves!