Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

In The Forest - Poem by Oscar Wilde

Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!


Comments about In The Forest by Oscar Wilde

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/19/2015 5:24:00 PM)

    O Hunter, O Nightingale and moon so many imagery, Awesome (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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