Doubt no more that Oberon--
Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a dark forest, In the merry, credulous days,--
Lived, and led a fairy band Over the indulgent land!
Ah, for in this dourest, sorest Age man's eye has looked upon, Death to fauns and death to fays, Still the dog-wood dares to raise--
Healthy tree, with trunk and root--
Ivory bowls that bear no fruit, And the starlings and the jays--
Birds that cannot even sing--
Dare to come again in spring!
