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!'