From Poems of Henry van Dyke; copyright 1897, 1911, by Charles Scribner’s Sons. By permission of the publishers.

While [May bedecks the naked trees]

With tassels and embroideries,

And many blue-eyed violets beam

Along the edges of the stream,

I hear a voice that seems to say,

Now near at hand, now far away,

“Witchery—witchery—witchery!”

An [incantation so serene],

So innocent, [befits the scene]: