O Merlin, how the magic from your eyes <br />Bids the world flame about your idle feet, <br />And makes a marvel of the humming street, <br />The watchful bush, the starry-haunted skies! <br />Dear, do you know that all such magic dies <br />In foolish hearts that regularly beat? <br />Blinded with dust, the elders in retreat <br />Shake their thin locks to prove that they are wise. <br />God help them in their tameness: you are wild. <br />Hold fast your faith, for love has mightier spells <br />Than yet your mouth has chattered, sung or laughed; <br />Be drunk still with th’ enchanted wine you’ve quaffed. <br />Awe spreads her wings above the hut where dwells, <br />Rapt in his glow of gramarye, the child.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/merlin-8/
