WHO ventures to the Magic Wood? Who dares the moonlit way, Full perilous in the silver flood, Though safe enough by day? Who brushes through the mystic dew To hear the flute of Pan, And spy upon our dancing crew? Beware, O Maid, O Man! The Wee Folk lurk behind the trees And ambush in the fern; Our mischief whispers in the breeze -- Ye Trespassers, return! Enchanted, each to each shall seem Transfigured and divine; Your faces with strange beauty gleam, Your lips hold maddening wine. You shall forget for what you seek; Careless of all about, Hand clasped to hand and cheek to cheek, Sport for the elfin rout. We tangle never to be free The feet that tread too far. Beware the moonlight witchery, The magic of a star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS ON THE WAY (PHILADELPHIA, 1794) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND |