Hear, O hear, They were as the welling waters, Sound, swift, clear, They were all the running waters' Music down the greenest valley. Might words tell What an echo sung within me? What proud bell Clangs a note of what within me Pealed to be with those enlisted? When they smiled, Earth's inferno changed and melted Greenwood mild; Every village where they halted Shone with them through square and alley. Now my mind Faint and few records their showings, Brave, strong, kind -- I'd unlock you all their doings But the keys are lost and twisted. This still grows, Through my land or dull or dazzling Their spring flows; But to think of them's a fountain, Tears of joy and music's rally. |