“’Tis true I have taken your notes—less or more—
And mingled them well (for I bear you no malice),
Just as the wines some wizard of yore
Would mingle together, then pour from his chalice
Magic new wine never tasted before!”
[DAY—WIDE DAY!]
Day to the washing seas, and to the patient land,
And to the little nautilus upon the sand.
Day to the toiler gone afield, and to the child,