As the Shadows Enfold

A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder —

That is the most I can boast to have seen,

Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her,

Forest glades making a screen of their green,

Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow— Could I forget all the fret of today

Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow,

Nature’s chaste spirit her face would display.

 

Ellis Parker Butler, "The Wood Nymph". American Magazine, September 1905.

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