Doubt no more that Oberon
Doubtno more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forestIn the merry, credulous days,—Lived, and led a fairy bandOver the indulgent land!Ah, for in this dourest, sorestAge man’s eye has looked upon,Death to fauns and death to fays,Still the dog-wood dares to raise—Healthy tree, with trunk and root—Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,And the starlings and the jays—Birds that cannot even sing—Dare to come again in spring!
Doubtno more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forestIn the merry, credulous days,—Lived, and led a fairy bandOver the indulgent land!Ah, for in this dourest, sorestAge man’s eye has looked upon,Death to fauns and death to fays,Still the dog-wood dares to raise—Healthy tree, with trunk and root—Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,And the starlings and the jays—Birds that cannot even sing—Dare to come again in spring!
Doubtno more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forestIn the merry, credulous days,—Lived, and led a fairy bandOver the indulgent land!Ah, for in this dourest, sorestAge man’s eye has looked upon,Death to fauns and death to fays,Still the dog-wood dares to raise—Healthy tree, with trunk and root—Ivory bowls that bear no fruit,And the starlings and the jays—Birds that cannot even sing—Dare to come again in spring!