THE LAST FAUN
BY HELEN MINTURN SEYMOUR
WITH PICTURE BY CHARLES A. WINTER
BY mead and wood I called them all day through,
All day I hunted them from dale to dale,
From height to height, each rift we ever knew,
At hide-and-seek, and still no answering hail.
Ah, could they be so cruel in their play
To make me lose the first delicious day
Since spring came up the vale?