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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Such children of the sky Can hear the darkness go. But does the morning play Whatever they demand— Or amber—barred bourrée Or silver saraband?

II. In A minor Allegretto

Cool-hearted dim familiar of the doves,
 * Thou coiled sweet water where they come to tell

Their mellow legends and rehearse their loves,
 * As what in April or in June befell

And thou must hear of,—friend of Dryades
 * Who lean to see where flower should be set
 * To star the dusk of wreathed ivy braids,
 * They have not left thy trees,
 * Nor do tired fauns thy crystal kiss forget,
 * Nor forest-nymphs astray from distant glades.

Thou feelest with delight their showery feet
 * Along thy mossy margin myrtle-starred,

And thine the heart of wildness quick to beat
 * At imprint of shy hoof upon thy sward: