A Lyric of the Dawn Ho, there he goes Through the alder close! He leaves me here behind him in his flight, And yet my heart goes with him out of sight! What whispered spell Of Faëry calls me on from dell to dell? I hear the voice-it wanders in a dream Now in the grove, now on the hill, now on the fading stream. Lead on you know the way— Lead on to Arcady, O'er fields asleep; by river bank abrim; Down winding paths, across the flowery mead, I follow the wandering voice I follow, I rejoice, I fade away into the Age of Gold— A Lyric of the Dawn O ferny and thymy paths, O fields of Aidenn, Lo! now the clamoring hours are on the The filmy tops of delicate dim firs, And on the river border blows, Breaking the shy bud softly to a rose. Sing out, O throstle, sing: I follow on, my king: way: Lead me forever through the crimson dawn— Till the world ends, lead me on! Ho there! he shouts again-he sways Flashing a glint of dew upon the ground, He drops into a valley and is gone! and now, Joy of the Morning I hear you, little bird, Shouting aswing above the broken wall. Oft when the white, still dawn Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I've felt it like a glory in my heart (The world's mysterious stir) — But had no throat like yours, my bird, Once, I remember, the world was young; But alas, he vanished, and Time appeared, He crushed and scattered my beamy wings; This Spirit of Ages, old and weird. Youth and Time The wonder went from the field of corn, I hear no more the wild thrush sing: Calls memories back on their path apace; Sends desperate thoughts to the soul's dim place. Time murders our youth with his sorrow and sin, And pushes us on to the windowless inn. |