There is a morn by men unseen lyrics

There is a morn by men unseen

Whose maids upon remoter green

Keep their seraphic May,

And all day long, with dance and game,

And gambol I may never name,

Employ their holiday.

Here to light measure move the feet

Which walk no more the village street

Nor by the wood are found,

Here are the birds that sought the sun

When last year's distaff idle hung,

And summer's brows were bound.

Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene,

Ne'er such a ring on such a green

Nor so serene array,

As if the stars, some summer night,

Should swing their cups of Chrysolite

And revel till the day.

Like thee to dance, like thee to sing,

People upon the mystic green,

I ask each new May morn.

I wait thy far fantastic bells

Announcing me in other dells

Unto the different dawn!