JUNEFaunside, June 2, 1903
Deep in the wood, secure from glare and noise,
How sweet, serene, and grateful Nature seems,
A couch of softest velvet moss she makes,
Inviting one to reverie and dreams.
How sweet, serene, and grateful Nature seems,
A couch of softest velvet moss she makes,
Inviting one to reverie and dreams.
The boughs o'erhead wave gently to and fro,
Each leafy twig a trembling, tiny fan,
That, murmuring, in drowsy accents low,
Stir old-world fancies of the days of Pan.
Each leafy twig a trembling, tiny fan,
That, murmuring, in drowsy accents low,
Stir old-world fancies of the days of Pan.
Far as the eye can reach are bosky depths,
Mysterious and dark tunnels of living green;
The changing flecks of sunshine, here and there,
But serve to add enchantment to the scene.
Mysterious and dark tunnels of living green;
The changing flecks of sunshine, here and there,
But serve to add enchantment to the scene.
A robin on yon branch trills forth,
With head upraised, a joyous, blithesome song;
So Siegfried listened to the magic bird
And learned the secrets of the woodland tongue.
With head upraised, a joyous, blithesome song;
So Siegfried listened to the magic bird
And learned the secrets of the woodland tongue.
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