Classic Poem

Now tell me where is Arcady, is Arcady, is Arcady!
Now tell me where is Arcady, for that is where I'd be!
Is it beyond that golden line
That dazzles so these eyes of mine,
Far o'er the western sea?
Or is it over yonder height
Whereon the sun is gleaming bright,
And smiling happily?

I've sought it, O this many a year —
I've sought it far, I've sought it near,
In days of joy, in days of drear —
My well-beloved Arcady!

O Pilgrim fair to Arcady, to Arcady, to Arcady,
O Pilgrim unto Arcady, I'll point the way to thee!
Seek thou two deeply sparkling eyes
With hues as soft as summer skies,
And full of love and glee.
Two eyes that sparkle with delight,
And at your coming glisten bright
And twinkle merrily.

For in their depths you'll find the way
To golden scenes and pastures gay,
To bowers where the love-birds play
In an enchanted Arcady!

O traveller to Arcady, to Arcady, to Arcady,
O traveller to Arcady, take heart indeed from me!
The road to Arcady is not
Along some dusty highway hot,
And full of misery;
'Tis not a pathway drear, forlorn,
With weary stretch, and full of thorn,
Beyond some distant sea.

But where there's love 'twixt man and maid,
A love that cannot die, nor fade,
You'll find the golden highway laid
That leads to Arcady!