There once was a lonely wood sprite

Who went searching for nymphs to woo.

He went to a glen, to a grove

And met a precious Alseid.

She tossed him away and left him

Without any hope of true love.

He traveled up hill to a vale

Where an Auloniad had been.

But she never appeared to give

Him a chance to plight her his troth.

On the breeze he met an Aura

Who blew him a kiss and wink.

That was all he would get from the

Little soft wind, away she flew.

In a well one dear Crinaeae

Gave him sweet drink to slake his thirst,

That made him think he had now found

His mate, but she too dripped away.

In an oak he found a Dryad

With the strength of a mighty tree.

He hugged her unto his bosom

But still she could not get away.

One young Eleionomae saw him

As he passed through her marshy swamp.

An illusion she raised, deceived

His pure heart and rejected him.

Later an elm Hamadryad

Made him think he was one with her.

It was just her way to escape

His needs, and his loss was re-felt.

To the Hesperides garden

He traveled to ask for a hand.

Not one would leave the western bliss

He had to return to his quest.

In a fresh water lake he leapt

To find a beauteous Limnade.

When he gave her a smile she dove

Deeper still and never came near.

One of the Meliae he found

Pressed into her ash tree alone.

When he asked for her hand she passed

As had others. He lost once more.

A Naiad swam to the lake shore

To kiss him the water nymph way.

But then she passed into the spring

She never intended to stay.

In the grottoes Napaeae

Gave him to think he was lucky.

It all was a ruse to fool him,

They had never wished to please him.

To the seashore he went to see

If a Nereid would want him.

Not one would accept his wooing

So away he went once again.

He looked at the clouds, the flowers,

He sought just one Oceanid.

They hid from his sight as they would

From all men and satyrs alike.

Up the mountain he climbed to seek

An Oread to treat sweetly.

As had all the others she hid

And so he was thwarted once more.

In springs he sought Pegaeae

And thought he was lucky this time.

As always he seemed to miss them

They never appeared to his eyes.

Down brooks he tracked Pegasides

And the water cooled his ardor.

That was good as he never could

Find them, always hid from his sight.

To the stars he looked for heaven,

The Pleiades were what he sought.

They shone from above, lit his way,

But never came down to his arms.

A Potamide in a creek

Gave him hope that his love had come.

As before it was illusion,

His seeking was nearing its end.

With such little hope for success

His travels took him to the east

Where an Apsara met his gaze,

All her faith she pled in a vow.

It was done. He had found his love.

He trusted and never looked back.

Alas, that was where she stabbed him.