Im Wald des Fauns

Out of the mid-wood’s twilightInto 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 madnessI track him in vain! Oscar Wilde: In the Forest

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