S'long!

Now at last you sit alone

To sort the dreams you pushed away,

So in haste were you to come

To this bleak autumn day.

There was a gentle fallow field

You passed with foolish scorn

In quest of cornucopia,

Man's fabled treasure horn.

The rainbow myth of sudden gold

Had vanished with the sun.

The morning came and there were yet

So many miles to run.

You glimpsed the blossoming of May

Through a fleeting eye,

Then standing wearied on a hill

You saw the vision die.

The lilting voice that bade you stay

Now echoes on and on

To make a dim forever

Of your gay s'long!