Ellis Parker Butler

The Wood 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.