Helen M. Merrill - In Arcadie lyrics

THE sea is green, the sea is grey, The tide winds blow, and shallows chime; Where earth is rife with bloom of May The throstle sings of lovers' time, Of violet stars in lovers' clime. Love fares to-day by land and sea, On the horizon's utmost hill The mystic blue-flower beckons still Beneath the stars of Arcadie. Love fares to-day, and deftly builds To melodies of wind and leaves; Castles in Spain yet brightly gilds, And song of star and woodbird weaves, And flowers, and pearl and purple eves. With roofs of ever-changing skies And fretted walls with time begun, Its portals open to the sun, On dream-held hills a castle lies. No proud armorial bearings now, But God's white seal on every leaf; No sapphire gleaming on my brow, Deep in my heart a dear belief; No grey unrest, no pain, no grief. By day a forest green and fair, Where veeries sing in secret bowers And lindens blow and little flowers, And bluebirds cleave the shining air. By night a quiet wayside grove Where Aldebaran lights the gloom, And silent breezes idly rove Above a shadow-painted room Builded of many a bough and bloom– A wafted air of myrrh and musk, The music of slow falling streams, A whitethroat singing in its dreams, And thou beside me in the dusk