Lovely was sheAs in elven-song is told:She had pearls in hairAll threaded fair;Of gossamer shot with goldWas her kerchief made,And a silver braidOf stars about her throat.Of moth-web lightAll moonlit-whiteShe wore a woven coat,And round her kirtleWas bound a girdleSewn with diamond dew.She walked by dayUnder mantle greyAnd hood of clouded blue;But she went by nightAll glittering brightUnder the starlit sky,And her slippers frailOf fishes' mailFlashed as she went byTo her dancing-pool,And on mirror coolOf windless water played.As a mist of lightIn whirling flightA glint like glass she madeWherever her feetOf silver fleetFlicked the dancing-floor.She looked on highTo the roofless sky,And she looked to the shadowy shore;Then round she went,And her eyes she bentAnd saw beneath her goA Princess SheeAs fair as Mee:They were dancing toe to toe!Shee was as lightAs Mee, and as bright;But Shee was, strange to tell,Hanging downWith starry crownInto a bottomless well!Her gleaming eyesIn great surpriseLooked up to the eyes of Mee:A marvellous thing,Head-down to swingAbove a starry sea!Only their feetCould ever meet;For where the ways might lieTo find a landWhere they do not standBut hang down in the skyNo one could tellNor learn in spellIn all the elven-lore.So still on her ownAn elf aloneDancing as beforeWith pearls in hairAnd kirtle fairAnd slippers frailOf fishes' mail went Mee:Of fishes' mailAnd slippers frailAnd kirtle fairWith pearls in hair went Shee!