Glycine’s Song

A sunny shaft did I behold,
  From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold—
  Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll’d
  Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
  All else of amethyst!And thus he sang: ‘Adieu! adieu!
Love’s dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparking dew-drops will not stay.
    Sweet month of May,
      We must away;
      Far, far away!
        To-day! to-day!’