Under the green and golden atmosphere
  Which noontide kindles through the woven leaves;
  And when these burst, and the thin fiery air,
  The which they breathed within those lucent domes,
  Ascends to flow like meteors through the night,
  They ride on them, and rein their headlong speed,
  And bow their burning crests, and glide in fire
  Under the waters of the earth again.

FIRST FAUN
  If such live thus, have others other lives,
  Under pink blossoms or within the bells
  Of meadow flowers or folded violets deep,
  Or on their dying odors, when they die,
  Or in the sunlight of the spherèd dew?

SECOND FAUN
  Ay, many more which we may well divine.
  But should we stay to speak, noontide would come,
  And thwart Silenus find his goats undrawn,
  And grudge to sing those wise and lovely songs
  Of Fate, and Chance, and God, and Chaos old,
  And Love and the chained Titan's woful doom,
  And how he shall be loosed, and make the earth
  One brotherhood; delightful strains which cheer
  Our solitary twilights, and which charm
  To silence the unenvying nightingales.