To stand within a gently gliding 



boat 

 Urged by a noiseless paddle at the 



stern, 

 Whipping the crystal mirror of the 



fern 

 In fairy bays where water-lilies 



float; 

 To hear your reel's whirr echoed 



from the throat 



Of a wild mocking bird . . . 

 This is to live the old days o'er 

 When nymph and dryad haunted 



stream and glade, 

 To dream sweet happy dreams of 



having strayed 



To Arcady with all its golden lore. 

 CHARLES HENRY LUDERS, 

 Haunts of the Halcyon. 



