Once I had it too, Step of Pan upon Sward beneath the yew, Over bog and gone. I can feel it yet Tingle in the sole Of my bare feet set On a beechen bole. Yes, and she is there, Still in leafy speech Answering my prayer -- Dryad of the beech! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER |