And lo, she beareth thee a fairies’ wand,
And showeth thee the ghosts o’ dreams.
Look thou! Ah, look! A one
Doth step adown the path! The rustle?
‘Tis the silken whisper o’ her robe.
The hum? The love-note o’ her maiden dream.
See thee, ah, see! She bendeth there,
And branch o’ bloom doth nod and dance.
Hark, the note! A robin’s cheer?
Ah, Brother, nay.