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WILLOW WOOD
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Deep in the wood of willow-treesThe summer sounds and whispering breeze
Bound me as if with glimmering arms
And spells of witchcraft, sorceries,
That filled the wood with phantom forms,
And held me with their faery charms.
II
Within the wood they laid their snare.The invisible web was everywhere:
I felt it clasp me with its gleams,
And mesh my soul from feet to hair
In weavings of intangible beams,
Woven with dim and delicate dreams.
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III
As dream by dream passed shadowy,One came; an antique pageantry
Of Faeryland: it marched with pride
Of faery horns blown silverly
Around the Elf-prince and his bride,
Who rode on steeds of milk-white stride.
IV
Then from the shadow of a poolThe water-fays rose beautiful;
I saw them wring their long green hair,
And felt their eyes gaze emerald-cool,
And from their fresh lips, everywhere,
Their rainy laughter dew the air.
V
And through the willow-leaves I saw,As in a crystal without flaw,
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Elves, piping on gnat-flutes of straw,—
Thin as the violin of a fly,—
Or clashing cricket-cymbals by.
VI
And then I saw the warted gnomesCreep, beetle-backed, from rocky combs,
Lamped with their jewelled talismans,
Rubies that torch their caverned homes,
Green grottoes, where their treasure-clans
Intrigue and thwart our human plans.
VII
And near them, foam-frail, flower-fair,Sun-sylphids shook their showery hair,
And from their blossom-houses blew
Musk wood-rose kisses everywhere,
Or, prisoned in a drop of dew,
Twinkled an eye of sapphire-blue.
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VIII
And imps, wasp-bodied; ouphs, that guardThe Courts of Oberon, their lord,—
Bee-bellied, hornet-headed things,—
Went by, each with his whining sword,
Fanning the heat with courier wings,
Bound on some message of the King's.
IX
And pansy-tunicked, gowned in down,The lords and ladies of the crown,
Beautiful and bright as butterflies,
Passed, marching to some Faery Town,
While dragoned things, mailed to the eyes,
Soldiered their way in knightly wise.
X
Then, suddenly, the finger-tips,Faint, moth-like, and the flower-lips
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And as a moonbeam, silvering, slips
Out of a shadow, tangle-tressed
A Dream, I'd known, stood manifest.
XI
A Dream I'd known when but a child,That lived within my soul and smiled
Far in the world of faery lore;
By whom my heart was oft beguiled,
And who invested sea and shore
With her fair presence evermore.
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She drew me in that stately bandThat marched with her to Faeryland:
Again her words I understood,
Who smiling reached to me her hand,
And filled me with beatitude. ...
This happened in the willow wood.
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