Singer of Jason's quest and Sigurd's doom!
Teller of vision-haunted wanderings!
Who touched a strange new music from the strings
Of old Romance — a space amidst the gloom
Of cloudy centuries thou didst illume;
And there thy word a dreamlike splendour flings
On crown and helm — and even the tears of things
Brighten thy morning world's immortal bloom.
Yet some, great Craftsman, reverence thee more
That Beauty, coldly throned among the stars,
Came at thy lure to tread the homely earth:
And, sweet and kindly as in days of yore,
Played with our children, graced our household cares,
And knelt content by many a quiet hearth.