A song of enchantment I sang me there
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go,
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.
Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening's silver flame,
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with the dew.
But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,
Ages and ages have fallen on me
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.
A Song of Enchantment
by
Walter de la Mare
Photo source: Pinterest
Those first two photos are particularly lovely.
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