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Rh When men beheld swift deities descend,

Before the race was left alone with Time,

Homesick on Earth, and homeless to the end,

When bird and beast could make a man their friend;

Before great Pan was dead,

Before the naiads fled;

When maidens white with dark eyes shy and bold,

With peals of laughter on the peaks of gold,

Startled the still dawn—

Shone in upon the mountains and were gone,

Their voices fading silverly in depths of forests old.

Sing of the wonders of their woodland ways,

Before the weird earth-hunger of these days,

When there was rippling mirth,

When justice was on Earth,

And light and grandeur of the Golden Age;

When never a heart was sad,

When all from king to herdsman had

A penny for a wage.

Ah, that old time has faded to a dream—

The moon's fair face is broken in the stream;

Yet shout and carol on, O bird, and let

The exiled race not utterly forget; 57