By what white magic, what unfathomed art,
Was this best gift secretly perfected,
This amulet, that laid against the heart
Melts all the icy weight that held it dead?
This is that Peace we had and did not know;
This is that Peace we lost—how long ago!
II
Shall we not now work wonders with this charm,
To the vext heart of the world benignly laid,
Fending all future golden lads from harm,