31 OF ANNUAL MAGIC: AT THIRTY

Now May awakes, and spring comes back; Now green fire creeps from tree to tree, And he that travels need not lack The sight of an anemone ’Twixt one sea and another sea; Now blithe birds build, and wan hearts quicken, Oblivious of dreams that sicken Drear ice-engirdled reverie. Now I in part forget ... recall In part ... how yonder throstle’s call Inveigles whither mirth is,— Because so many lips have told The tale I told, once, who am old, However young the earth is.