In The Forest
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
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!
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 2, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.
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