Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse | ||
[The smell of tannin in the ozoned air]
The smell of tannin in the ozoned airUnder the oaks when the woods are green,
And the scent of the soil and moisture where
The young leaves dangle and make a screen,
Where the hiding wood-nymph combs her hair,
Have breathed me full of the Faun again,
And made me kin to the wind and rain.
Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse | ||