(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Doubt No More That Oberon

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

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (1)

Oh yes, it's twee and tweedy But doesn't this great mind get within the smaller minds under flat caps? So few appreciations of the ordinary men who elevated more important personages to a greatness. So little appreciation that without the toil of the common man the generals, governers, dukes and earls might have achieved little Kipling understood.....