Poem by Edith Wharton

Faun’s Song

How golden-clear the sunlight shines
Through the long stretch of river-reeds.
The water whirls in splintering lines
As round the knotted thorn it speeds,
Then lapses to a tranquil pool,
Where water-spiders spin and sleep,
And yellow flower-de-luces cool
Their roots in shadowy moisture deep.

How still it is, how warm and still!
The wood is full of myriad noises
From tiny insect-throats that fill
The noonday heat with quivering voices—
How sweet it is to lie and dream,
Deep, deep, in stream-fed reeds and grass,
And see along the gliding stream
The gliding sunlight pause and pass!

1. With the Tide
2. Mould and Vase
3. Song (Come, for the leaf is alight)
4. Chartres
5. A Failure

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