Sings from the far-away top of a tree.
Is it for this he first fancied me, then?
He to whom earth her allegiance brings,
Noblest of nobles, a king among men,
Hero of heroes! a god among kings!
'Twill be very nice to be very old,
And with wrinkled brows and eyes that are dim,
To sit by the fire and in dreams behold
The face of the child that was woo'd by him.
Eve in her Eden, belov'd and preferr'd,