Poems (Blind)/Entangled

by Mathilde Blind

For works with similar titles, see Entangled.

ENTANGLED.

I stood as one enchanted,
 All in the forest deep:
As one that wond'ring wanders,
 Dream-bound within his sleep.

A thousand rustling footsteps
 Pattered upon the ground;
A thousand whisp'ring voices
 Made the wide silence, sound.

Some murmured deep and deeper,
 Like waves in solemn seas;
Some breathed sweet and sweeter,
 Like elves on moon-lit leas.

Tall ferns, washed down in sunlight,
 Beckoned with fingers green;
Tall flowers nodded strangely,
 With white and glimm'ring sheen;

They sighed, they sang so softly,
 They stretched their arms to me;
My heart, it throbbed so wildly,
 In weird tumultuous glee.

I staggered in the mosses,
 It seemed to drag me down
Into the gleaming bushes;
 To fall, to sink, to drown.

When lo! thro' seared foliage,
 A lovely bird did fly;
And looked at me so knowing,
 With bright and curious eye;

It broke out into warbles,
 And singing sped away;
But I, like one awakened,
 Fled down the mossy way.