Song

           Song

    A sunny shaft did I behold,
        From sky to earth it slanted:
    And poised therein a bird so bold-
        Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
    He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
        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 sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
    Sweet month of May,
        We must away;
           Far, far away!
             To day! to day!'


        S.T.Coleridge