onsdag 23. oktober 2013

the forest nymph

A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder 
That is the most I can boast to have seen, 
Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, 
Forest glades making a screen of their green, 
Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow
Could I forget all the fret of today 
Then, my heart free from the burdens 
I borrow, Nature’s chaste spirit her face would display.
                                                                       Ellis Parker Butler