Shadow Shapes

We are no other than a moving row

Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go

Round the Sun-illumined Lantern held

In Midnight by the Master of the Show

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling

The Bird of Time has but a little way to flutter

And the Bird is on the Wing

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling

The Bird of Time has but a little way to flutter

And the Bird is on the Wing