Catching the lilt of every easy tune;
But when the day departs he sings of love,--
His own wild song beneath the listening moon.



THE EMPTY QUATRAIN


A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, 'tis perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.



PAN LEARNS MUSIC

FOR A SCULPTURE BY SARA GREENE


Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? "Listen," said Pan,--
"Out of a river-reed music for man!"



THE SHEPHERD OF NYMPHS