AND it is fair and very fair br This maze of blossom and sweet air, br This drift of orchard snows, br This royal promise of the rose br Wherein your young eyes see br Such buds of scented joys to be. br A gay green garden, softly fanned br By the blythe breeze that blows br To speed your ship of dreams to the enchanted land. br br But I--beyond the budding screen br Of green and red and white and green, br Behind the radiant show br Of things that cling and grow and glow br I see the plains where lie br The hopes of days gone by: br Gray breadths of melancholy, crossed br By winds that coldly blow br From that cold sea wherein my argosy is lost.