Rural School Leaflet 1099 



THE ENCHANTMENT 



Sara King 



I wonder how the robin's throat 



Hath caught the rain's sweet dripping note, 



That little falling, pelting sound, 



Liquidly clear and crystal round, 



The very heart-rune of the Spring, 



Enchanted of the sky and ground, 



That conjures life from everything. 



No ancient, age-worn witchery, 



No incantation, could set free 



The fast-bound dead; yet here each day, 



Robin and rain in mystic way 



Bring life back greenly; ah, and how 



One's very heart and pulse obey 



That lure of music! Listen now . . • 



