Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)

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! 

1. Humanitad (Во человечестве) • Humanitad
2. Цветок любви • Flower of Love
3. Увы! • Hélas!
4. Сад Эроса • The Garden of Eros
5. Sonnet Written in Holy Week at Genoa

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) In the Forest ("One well might deem, among these miles of woods")

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