<h3 id="To_Arcady">To Arcady</h3>
<p>“TELL me, Singer, of the way<br/>
Winding down to Arcady?<br/>
Of the world’s roads I am weary—<br/>
You, with song so brave and cheery,<br/>
Happy troubadour must be<br/>
On the way to Arcady?”</p>
<p>Pausing on a muted note,<br/>
Song forsook the Singer’s throat,<br/>
“Friend,” sighed he, “you come too late,<br/>
Once I could the way relate,<br/>
Once—but long ago; Ah me,<br/>
Far away is Arcady!”</p>
<p>“Tell me, Poet, of the way<br/>
Winding down to Arcady?<br/>
Haunting is your verse and airy<br/>
With the grace and gleam of faery—<br/>
Dweller you must surely be<br/>
In the land of Arcady?”</p>
<p>Slow the Poet raised his eyes,<br/>
Sad were they as winter skies,<br/>
“Once, I sojourned there,” he said;<br/>
Then, no more—but with bent head<br/>
Whispered low, “Ask not of me<br/>
That lost road to Arcady!”</p>
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<p>Tell me, Lover, of the way<br/>
Winding down to Arcady?<br/>
Some sweet bourne your haste confesses—<br/>
Know you paths no other guesses?<br/>
Does your gaze, so far away,<br/>
See the road to Arcady?</p>
<p>In the Lover’s eyes there gleamed<br/>
Radiance of all things dreamed—<br/>
“Nay, detain me not,” he cried<br/>
“I am hasting to my bride;<br/>
What have roads to do with me,<br/>
Love’s at home in Arcady!”</p>
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