Classic Poem

Long we'd sought for Avalon,
Avalon the rest place;
Long, long we'd laboured
The oars—yea, for years.

Late, late one eventide
Saw we o'er still waters
Turrets rise and roof-frets
Golden in a glory,
Heard for a heart-beat
Women choirs and harpings
Waft down the wave-ways.

Saw we long-sought Avalon
Sink thro' still waters:
Long, long we'd laboured
The oars—yea, and yearned.