Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

NYMPH AND FAUN


 

Have you not seen a nymph in June
Go dancing through the misty woods,
Her mad young beauty hid beneath
A tattered gown of opening buds?

She flitted through the alder swamp,

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And loitered by the willow stream,
Then started down the wood-road dim,
With bare young throat and eyes a-dream.

Her playmate is a shy young faun
Who follows her through dappled shade,

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Craving a blossom from her hand,
His wandering by wonder stayed.

The soft winds fan their hearts to flame,
Like violets that nod and swoon,
They spread the fragrance of the Spring

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Across the ardor of the noon.

The singing of the twilight brook
Is music for their pastorale,
Echoing through the aisles of dusk,
Where mysteries of Eden fall.

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They catch the sorcery of light
That trembles from the evening star;
And fearlessly they tread a world
Where beauty and enchantment are.

When the great round and yellow moon

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Comes flooding all the marshes wide,
She will have crossed the scented dune
To dance upon the silver tide.

And when I hear along the coast
The wind that pipes through larch and fir,

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She beckons me to join her host,
And I must go and dance with her!