Classic Poem

Dim in the forest enchantment where a hidden bird rejoices,
There I dreamed of her face, fairer than love is fair;
And her voice was a song to me, sweetest of earthly voices;
A word she spake to my heart, and it lingers forever there.

And as the bird is glad for the golden sun adorning
The woven arch of shade shot with a thousand gleams,
So am I glad in song for the memory of that morning
Filled with a dreamland melody sung by my girl of dreams.

There did I touch her hand with my lips in my homage to her,
Speaking no faintest word, whispering naught, and lo!
The wind it sang for me a faëry song to woo her,
And her eyes grew deep with a mystery that only the dreamers know.

O, little wind in the branches you may cast your arms around her,
Caressing her golden hair; kissing her lips and eyes;
You may speak to the silent lake, whispering that you found her
Fairer than love is fair as you play in the morning skies.

Some day, in the leafy aisles, this madrigal may greet her,
But patient my heart must wait, speaking no faintest word,
Until the long long night shall call me at least to meet her
And follow forever the forest ways and the song of my woodland bird.