A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted,
And pois’d therein a Bird so bold—
Sweet bird! thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, 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.
Sweet month of May! we must away!
Far, far away!
To day! to day!
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