In dreams I crossed a barren land,
       &nbsp A land of ruin, far away;
Around me hung on every hand
       &nbsp A deathful stillness of decay;
       &nbsp And silent, as in bleak dismay
That song should thus forsaken be,
       &nbsp On that forgotten ground there lay
The broken flutes of Arcady.

The forest that was all so grand
       &nbsp When pipes and tabors had their sway
Stood leafless now, a ghostly band
       &nbsp Of skeletons in cold array.
       &nbsp A lonely surge of ancient spray
Told of an unforgetful sea,
       &nbsp But iron blows had hushed for aye
The broken flutes of Arcady.

No more by summer breezes fanned,
       &nbsp The place was desolate and gray;
But still my dream was to command
       &nbsp New life into that shrunken clay.
       &nbsp I tried it. Yes, you scan to-day,
With uncommiserating glee,
       &nbsp The songs of one who strove to play
The broken flutes of Arcady.

       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp ENVOY

So, Rock, I join the common fray,
       &nbsp To fight where Mammon may decree;
And leave, to crumble as they may,
       &nbsp The broken flutes of Arcady.