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