Natural Magic
WE air tired who follow after	
Phantasy and truth that flies:	
You with only look and laughter	
Stain our hearts with richest dyes.	

When you break upon our study	
Vanish all our frosty cares;	
As the diamond deep grows ruddy,	
Filled with morning unawares.	

With the stuff that dreams are made of	
But an empty house we build:	
Glooms we are ourselves afraid of,	
By the ancient starlight chilled.	

All unwise in thought or duty—	
Still our wisdom envies you:	
We who lack the living beauty	
Half our secret knowledge rue.	

Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming	
Veil the light with mist about;	
Joy, as through a crystal gleaming,	
Flashes from the gay heart out.	
Pain and penitence forsaking,	
Hearts like cloisters dim and grey,	
By your laughter lured, awaking	
Join with you the dance of day.