HE has conn'd the lesson now; 
   He has read the book of pain: 
There are furrows on his brow; 
   I must make it smooth again. 

Lo! I knock the spurs away; 
   Lo! I loosen belt and brand; 
Hark! I hear the courser neigh 
   For his stall in Fairy-land. 

Bring the cap, and bring the vest; 
   Buckle on his sandal shoon; 
Fetch his memory from the chest 
   In the treasury of the moon. 

I have taught him to be wise 
   For a little maiden's sake;-- 
Lo! he opens his glad eyes, 
   Softly, slowly: Minstrel, wake!