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First Line: It is the time when, by the forest falls
Last Line: Part of the myths that I pursue in vain.
Subject(s): Fairies; Elves


IT is the time when, by the forest falls,
The touch-me-nots hang fairy folly-caps;
When ferns and flowers fill the lichened laps
Of rocks with colour, rich as orient shawls:
And in my heart I hear a voice that calls
Me woodward, where the Hamadryad wraps
Her limbs in bark, and, bubbling in the saps,
Sings the sweet Greek of Pan's old madrigals:
There is a gleam that lures me up the stream --
A Naiad swimming with wet limbs of light?
Perfume that leads me on from dream to dream --
An Oread's footprints fragrant with her flight?
And, lo! meseems I am a Faun again,
Part of the myths that I pursue in vain.





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