O Merlin in your crystal cave br Deep in the diamond of the day, br Will there ever be a singer br Whose music will smooth away br The furrow drawn by Adam's finger br Across the memory and the wave? br Or a runner who'll outrun br Man's long shadow driving on, br Break through the gate of memory br And hang the apple on the tree? br Will your magic ever show br The sleeping bride shut in her bower, br The day wreathed in its mound of snow br and Time locked in his tower?br br Edwin Muirbr br