Three of them walk together
Joyous and fair and high,
Through the still, heavenly weather
Up in the summer sky ...

Under their feet are the fountains
The night-bird's heart outpours
Flooding the mimic mountains
Of the shadowy sycamores.

Over the sky forever
She leadeth her comrades sweet;
No dream of our mortal fever
Troubleth her straying feet.

She lifteth the years from my shoulders,
She looseth the weight from my wings;
Long hidden from all beholders
An old, sealed fountain sings....

Three of them walk together--
She is the fairest of three;
And sweet as the heavenly weather
She maketh the heart of me!