On seeing her smile repeated in her daughter's eyes br br br A thousand songs I might have made br Of You, and only You; br A thousand thousand tongues of fire br That trembled down a golden wire br To lamp the night with stars, to braid br The morning bough with dew. br Within the greenwood girl and boy br Had loiter'd to their lure, br And men in cities closed their books br To dream of Spring and running brooks br And all that ever was of joy br For manhood to abjure. br And I'd have made them strong, so strong br Outlasting towers and towns-- br Millennial shepherds 'neath the thorn br Had piped them to a world reborn, br And danced Delight the dale along br And up the daisied downs. br A thousand songs I might have made...