Once more- to haunt the country lane;
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.

So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.

We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to a timeless power
in the melancholy refrain:

Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane

And purge from every moonstruck brain
worm that blights the blue dipped flowers,
such a melancholy refrain.

We go at will (what to explain?)
come down from ivory towers,
echoing down the country lane
our own melancholy, melancholy refrain.