Song of the peach-blossom fountain

Furl your sail! O furl your sail!

Homeward calls the nightingale.

Little scholar clad in blue,

Heal the wound of me and you;

Broken links are forged anew

In the vales of Arcady.

Dusky blossom, mount of Peaches.

Light me through your tunnel'd reaches,

Where a shaft of gold displays

Suns of vanish'd worlds, and yesterdays.

In yon many-mazèd nook

Bring my childish dreams to book,

Haunting gleams and shadow traces

Drift of long-forgotten races.

Little ghost in scholar's gown

Like a star come trailing down.

We will share a brighter birth

Than the bonded thralls of Earth.

There, with all my songs unsung

Lay me, where the heart was young.