Down by a willow-tree, a hidden place so rare 
Across a silent lake, where their secrets lie bare 
The most delightful scene to see 
The dancing messengers of purity 
Wild manes in the wind, she holds the key 
Riding towards the dawn, sky-clad and free 
The maiden goddess, her spirit to me 
Fills the cup with Eostre's sensuality 
Passing white mares in the silver moonlight 
Carriers of ghosts seeking the other-side 
Vanishing into the night before my eyes 
Passing, leaving but a dream behind