"In the forest, if you heed,
You shall hear a magic reed
Sow sweet notes like silver seed.
"You will deem your ears have heard
Stir of tree or song of bird,
Till your startled eyes are blurred
"By a vision, instant seen,
Naked gold and beryl green,
Glimmering bright the boughs between.
"Follow me! and you shall see
Wonder-worlds of mystery
That are only known to me!"
Thus outside my city door
Speaks the Wind its wildwood lore,
Speaks and lo! I go once more.
THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST SPRING
Over the rocks she trails her locks,
Her mossy locks that drip, drip, drip;
Her sparkling eyes smile at the skies
In friendship-wise and fellowship;
While the gleam and glance of her countenance
Lull into trance the woodland places,
As over the rocks she trails her locks,
Her dripping locks that the long fern graces.
She pours clear ooze from her heart's cool cruse,
Its crystal cruse that drips, drips, drips;
And all the day its diamond spray
Is heard to play from her finger-tips;
And the slight soft sound makes haunted ground
Of the woods around that the sunlight laces,
As she pours clear ooze from her heart's cool cruse,
Its dripping cruse that no man traces.