O Merlin in your crystal
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a
Whose music will smooth
The furrow drawn by Adam's
Across the memory and the wave?
Or a runner who'll
Man's long shadow driving on,
Break through the gate of
And hang the apple on the tree?
Will your magic ever
The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
The day wreathed in its mound of snowand Time locked in his tower?
