A magic wrought of dying dreams br A wizard light that creeps and glows; br Painting grey hills and sluggish streams br In tints of gold and rose br br Staining with fire the cherry-snow br Lighting our hearts with sudden flame br As if the love of long ago br Back from its ashes came br br Rose-flushed and radiant everything br And joy and hope are born anew; br Even the darting swallow's wing br Has caught its glowing hue br br Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain...