Oscar Wilde PoetryAll art is quite useless. |
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In The Forest
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!
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Date: 21 January, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |