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