THE ENCHANTED PRINCESS
She wanders in the forest with wide and solemn eyes;
A little shade of wilderment across her forehead lies.
No timid woodland creature her footfall need affright,
The shadow of her floating hair is not more soft and light.
She hears the gentle cadence of bird and wind and stream,
They make a little song for her, like singing in a dream.
Across the distant valley the pleasant sunbeams fall;
The children in the cowslip field merrily laugh and call.
She does not hear their laughter, she does not feel the sun,
She cannot leave the shadowed wood until the spell is done.