Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain, <br />Oreads all ? <br />Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain; <br />Answers our call <br />Only the heart-glad thrush, in the Vale of Thrushes; <br />Stirs in the brake <br />But the dew-bright ear of the hare in his couch of rushes <br />Listening, awake.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nymphs/
