Classic Poem

We found the spring at eager noon,
And from one cup we drank,
Then on until the forest croon
In twilight tangle sank;

The night was ours, the stars, the dawn;
The manna crust, bird-shared;
And never failed our magic shoon,
Whatever way we fared.

If caged at last, ceased not the flow
Of sky-gleam through the bars;
And where were wounds I only know
Tear-kisses hid the scars.

And when, as round the world death-free
We wind-embodied roam,
I hear the gale that once was thee
Cry “Hollo!” I will come.