In The Forest - Chandeen
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
