Oh, the charm of idle dreaming
Where the dappled shadows dance,
All the leafy aisles are teeming
With the lure of old romance!
Down into the forest dipping,
Deep and deeper as we go,
One might fancy dryads slipping
Where the white-stemmed birches grow.
Lurking gnome and freakish fairy
In the fern may peep and hide . . .
Sure their whispers low and airy
Ring us in on every side!
Saw you where the pines are rocking
Nymph's white shoulder as she ran?
Lo, that music faint and mocking,
Is it not a pipe of Pan?
Hear you that elusive laughter
Of the hidden waterfall?
Nay, a satyr speeding after
Ivy-crowned bacchanal.
Far and farther as we wander
Sweeter shall our roaming be,
Come, for dim and winsome yonder
Lies the path to Arcady!
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Comments2Just came across this poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery again, reminded me of my younger days. Love her imagination, 'fancy dryads slipping where the white-stemmed birches grow'. Mysterious and enchanting ✨🧚♀️. Couple typos, but by and large a delight.
Came across this poem again after first reading it in youth. The whimsical imagery didn't capture me as it used to. I suppose my taste in poetry has evolved over the years.