Poem: Chanson

"I.     O goat-foot God of Arcady!     This modern world is grey and old,     And what remains to us of thee?     No more the shepherd lads"

"(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration)     In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks     A beautiful and silent Sp"

"A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,     With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,     And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous"

"The apple trees are hung with gold,     And birds are loud in Arcady,     The sheep lie bleating in the fold,     The wild goat runs across the"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"