Furl your sail! O furl your sail!
Homeward calls the nightingale.

Little scholar clad in blue,
Heal the wound of me and you;
Broken links are forged anew
In the vales of Arcady.

Dusky blossom, mount of Peaches.
Light me through your tunnel'd reaches,
Where a shaft of gold displays
Suns of vanish'd worlds, and yesterdays.

In yon many-mazèd nook
Bring my childish dreams to book,
Haunting gleams and shadow traces
Drift of long-forgotten races.

Little ghost in scholar's gown
Like a star come trailing down.
We will share a brighter birth
Than the bonded thralls of Earth.

There, with all my songs unsung
Lay me, where the heart was young.