Witch-Fire

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp: 'You are fugitive, far!' Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun: 'But more near than the star.' Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp: 'You are white, you are cold!' Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun: 'I am fire to the bold.' Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp: 'You are fey, you are fair!' Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun: 'If I be, have a care!' It was far on the marsh that she fled; It was far from the dawn. Now the winds of the morning have found Not her light nor the faun.