IV
YE that would drink, come forth and drink!
Within the hills are rivers white and gold;
Clear mid the day a portent to behold.
Stoop at the water’s brink,
Seek where the light is great!
Why should the revellers for revel wait?
Now ye can drink as thirsty stags
Where no source flags.
Forth to the water-brooks, forth in the morning;
Forth to the light that out of light is dawning!