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. Hélas!
2. The Garden of Eros
3. Urbs Sacra Æterna
4. Portia
5. Salve Saturnia Tellus

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

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