English poem
King Pharamond
by William Morris (1834–1896)
Yea, surely: all things as aforetime I saw them: The mist fading out with the first of the sunlight, And the mountains a-changing as oft in my dreaming, And the thornbrake anigh blossomed thick with the May-tide. [Music again. O my heart!--I am hearkening thee whereso thou wanderest!