In the Forest (Wilde)
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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!