Through a golden wood it sings
Ruby heart with silver wings
A lithe young lass a'sitting there
Emerald eyes and onyx hair
A harp she plucks
With graceful hands
To her left a stallion stands
Right a stag with ivory rack
A griffin eagle at her back
Before her is a raging fire
No lad can pass in his desire!
No one can find her for the trees
But all can hear her melodies.

Though they tripped
Through glade & fen
People long to hear again!
For without the slightest sound
The maiden put
Her soft strings down
And vanished

never to be found.