Lightly come or lightly go:     Though thy heart presage thee woe, Vales and many a wasted sun,     Oread let thy laughter run Till the irreverent mountain air Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly⁠—ever so:     Clouds that wrap the vales below At the hour of evenstar     Lowliest attendants are; Love and laughter song-confessed When the heart is heaviest.