WIDE ways of gold across the sea

Westward, at evenfall,

Still lead to the strand whence echoes flee

As the Danaan bugles call.

Faint and soft and honey sweet

From faery city wall

That golden clamour bids our feet

Where the Danaan bugles call.

At moonrise we'll list for the fabulous oars

On the dark waves' rise and fall,

And they'll ferry us to the magical shores

Whence the Danaan bugles call.