NOT unto you the gods gave wings, To scale the far Olympic height, But made content with simpler things, Your Pegasus takes lower flight. Yet while into oblivion float Those vaster songs, sublimely grand -- All men are listening to your note, And as they listen, understand. Sing on, then, while the heart of youth In glad accordance answ'ring thrills, And life and love have still their truth, As spring has still its daffodils. |