Page 31 of 42 IN THE FOREST - Charmides and Other Poems

IN THE FOREST

Out of the mid-wood's twilight Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing, And his shadow dances along, And I know not which I should follow, Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow! O Nightingale, catch me his strain! Else moonstruck with music and madness I track him in vain!

		To study the abnormal is the best way of understanding the normal. William James