In the Forest
1854.10.16-1900.11.30
Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
DayPoems Poem No. 2699
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2699.html">In the Forest by Oscar Wilde</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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