In The Forest - Chandeen

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!