We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling
The Bird of Time has but a little way to flutter
And the Bird is on the Wing
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling
The Bird of Time has but a little way to flutter
And the Bird is on the Wing