| In the Forest... Oscar Wilde... |
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Out of the mid-wood's twilight Into the meadow's dawn, Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my faun ! |
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He skips through the copses singing, And his shadow dances along, And I know not which I should follow, Shadow or song ! |
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O Hunter, snare me his shadow ! O Nightingale, catch me his strain ! Else moonstruck with music and madness I track him in vain ! |
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