The Enchanted Forest

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The Enchanted Forest
Ms. Cicley Fox Smith 1904

The gnarled boughs hand darkling down,
And biers sweep my knees;
The moon is low, like a gold lamp,
Behind the twisted trees.

O dark and still are the wet fern
And trees where no birds nest;
What heed have I for night or day
Who ride a livelong quest?

There is no cockcrow in the dark,
No bleat from a far fold,
When the Forest Folk begin to stir
Under the starlight cold.

Rend your wild hair, you elfin things,
That peep from bush and tree;
I know what strangling arms you reach
Athwart the dusk to me.

Twist your fierce lips, you false fair things,
I know what dance you tread
To what drear tune ‘neath the cold moon
O’ nights wi’ the sheeted dead.

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2 Responses to “The Enchanted Forest”

  1. Wonderful, simply wonderful.

  2. yes, this shot is an excellent example of the work I do when I’m just about to get car sick and have to pull over. 😉

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