The Forest Path

The Forest Path

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!

Lucy Maud Montgomery
I happened upon this poem by accident just a few minutes ago. I love Lucy Maud Montgomery (I’m a big fan of Anne of Green Gables) but wasn’t aware of this poem until just now. I decided to post it as I’m still in ‘fairy-mode’.
This image was taken with my cell phone (its my driveway and it had just finished raining).
I love the puddle!
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