Lucy Maud Montgomery - The Forest Path - Ghizela Rowe
The Forest Path
My Lucy Maud Montgomery
Oh the charm of idle dreaming
Where the dappled shadows dance
All the leafy aisles are teeming
With the lure of old romance
Down into the forest dipping
Deep and deeper as we go
One might fancy dryads slipping
Where the white-stemmed birches grow
Lurking gnome and freakish fairy
In the fern may peep and hide
Sure their whispers low and airy
Ring us in on every side
Saw you where the pines are rocking
Nymph's white shoulder as she ran
Lo that music faint and mocking
Is it not a pipe of Pan
Hear you that elusive laughter
Of the hidden waterfall
Nay a satyr speeding after
Ivy-crowned bacchanal
Next sutter speeding of the isle
Ground back it all
Far and farther as we wander
Sweeter shall our roaming be
Come for dim and winsome yonder
Lies the path to Arcady
