In the Forest (Wilde)

by Oscar Wilde

Out of the mid-wood's twilight

Reading of "In the Forest" by Oscar Wilde

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!