The dark garret, and the wide hall, and the quaint, old stair—
And to bring back to earth
The old, sweet mirth.
THE SONG OF A SONG
I
"When in the morning you wake,"
Said the Song;
"You shall remember me
All the day long,
As the bird remembers the tree,
As the swan remembers the lake.
And when the stars go, one by one,
Like bright souls banished,
Your heart shall echo the Song of the sad Stars vanished.
II
"When comes the day, with rush and run,
Over the roofs the shadow from the rising sun that falls,—
Over the roofs and down the walls,
Along the roofs and over the brink,—
This shall make you think
Of the Song that sang the Shadow, and sang the Sun.
III
"And the narrow street,
This have I sung so sweet
That you cannot, even if you would,
Lose the Song; and your feet
Its music shall repeat,
As a bird sings in a wood—
Cheerily, cheerily sings,
Remembering lovely things.
