Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

At Fontainebleau - Poem by Arthur Symons

It was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a child's swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
So blithe a day among the woods.

Was it because the Gods were pleased
That they were awful in our eyes,
Whom we in very deed appeased
With barley-cakes of sacrifice?

The forest knew her and was glad,
And laughed for very joy to know
Her child was with her; then, grown sad,
She wept, because her child must go.

And Alice, like a little Faun,
Went leaping over rocks and ferns,
Coursing the shadow-race from dawn
Until the twilight-flock returns.

And she would spy and she would capture
The shyest flower that lit the grass;
The joy I had to watch her rapture
Was keen as even her rapture was.

The forest knew her and was glad,
And laughed and wept for joy and woe.
This was the welcome that she had
Among the woods of Fontainebleau.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (6/27/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    What a wonderful visual poem this is! Encompasses a wide range of descriptions. At once it is happy and sad. Enchanting and captivating. Enjoyed this stroll through the woods at Fountainbleau! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 19, 2012


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