MAY-DAY.
31
Of Arthur and his peers,
What sea and land discoursing say
In sidereal years.
He renders all his lore
In numbers wild as dreams,
Modulating all extremes,—
What the spangled meadow saith
To the children who have faith;
Only to children children sing,
Only to youth will spring be spring.
Who is the Bard thus magnified?
When did he sing? and where abide?
Chief of song where poets feast
Is the wind-harp which thou seest
In the casement at my side.
Æolian harp,
How strangely wise thy strain!
