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!

by Oscar Wilde

Comments (10)

Congratulations for being selected poem of the day......
Amazing how he wrote in such a way that I read it like I was light-footed and light-hearted and skipping after a shadow or a faun.
Great write. Awesome poet.
A beautiful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
moonstruck with music and madness i track him in vain Superb poetry penned by a great poet. Thanks for sharing it here.
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