Bright cap and streamers, 
He sings in the hollow: 
Come follow, come follow, 
All you that love. 
Leave dreams to the dreamers 
That will not after, 
That song and laughter 
Do nothing move. 

With ribbons streaming 
He sings the bolder; 
In troop at his shoulder 
The wild bees hum. 
And the time of dreaming 
Dreams is over -- - 
As lover to lover, 
Sweetheart, I come.