Nature
In the Forest
From Poems, with The Ballad of Reading Gaol
Nature
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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MLA
Wilde, Oscar. “In the Forest.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wilde/57/.
Chicago
Wilde, Oscar. “In the Forest.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wilde/57/.
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