Poems (Blind)/Entangled
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 downInto 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.