Glycine's Song

• A sunny shaft did I behold,
• From sky to earth it slanted:
• And poised therein a bird so boldâ??
• Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
• He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd
• Within that shaft of sunny mist;
• His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
• All else of amethyst!
• And thus he sang: “Adieu! adieu!
• Love's dreams prove seldom true.
• The blossoms, they make no delay:
• The sparking dew-drops will not stay.
• Sweet month of May,
• We must away;
• Far, far away!
• To-day! to-day!”