Peer skyward with their golden gaze,
Where lichened dikes and shallow fosses
Are signs of far-forgotten days—
Forgotten save by us who roam
Those uplands nightly after gloam,
And, linking in our magic rings,
Whirl in a dazzle of dancing wings—
Us only whose hot eyes beheld
Fordone delights of vanished eld!
Think on it! think on it!