And as she came and cast her blue benignant shadow over all,
She set a silver trumpet to her lips,
And blew a note that thrilled in Children’s hearts;
Because in little hearts the echo-fairies love to play,
Roaming the scented meadows there,
Where Love has been and sown the amaranthine flowers,
Out of whose pristine cups are born the singing stars.
And as the first free rainbow bubble sailed,
Launched by the Stranger with the silver pipe,
Upon the listening air;