Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Song. From Zapolya

A Sunny shaft did I behold,        &nbspFrom sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold—        &nbspSweet bird, thou wert enchanted! He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled        &nbspWithin that shaft of sunny mist; His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,        &nbspAll else of amethyst! And thus he sang: 'Adieu! adieu! Love's dreams prove seldom true. The blossoms they make no delay: The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.        &nbspSweet month of May,        &nbsp       &nbspWe must away;        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspFar, far away!        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspTo-day! to-day!'