To-day

As once by Hybna's emerald flow The goatboy saw in dream The old gods to their hunting go, And heard their eagles scream, So I, by Nashwaak's amber stream, See gods and heroes pass, While these drab days and deeds but seem Like shadows in a glass.

But when a thousand years are done My eyes, unsealed, will know Beauty and glory new begun As in the long ago; And then, astonished, I shall know The splendor of To-day, When men outdare the old gods, and grow In reach more vast than they.