 | Forest Songs and Other Poems |  |
19
LONELY FLOWERS.
1
Lonely in the light of morning,In the Forest's gladed stillness,
Exiled from the flowery meadows,
Trembling stand three delicate hairbells.
2
Pale, forsaken of your kindred,Wherefore, like estrays of azure
Lured by forest-pools from heaven,
Lurk ye here, ye tremulous hairbells?
3
In the footsteps of the morning,Lonely wandering in the wildwood,
I alone have seen the vision
Of your solitary beauty;
20
4
And I know not why ye haunt meLike familiar things, yet strangely,
With dim, ghostlike sense of strangeness,
Mystify this shadowy woodland.
5
In the footsteps of the morning,Through forgotten fields of dreamland
Wandering, have my lonely footsteps
Stirred, long since, this virgin stillness?
6
Do these dew-dimmed branches know me?Or these crags and shadowy places?
What embalmed enchantment breathe I,
That enraptures and affrights me?
7
Witchlike, sphynxlike, dumb for ever,Hang their heads, those desolate hairbells;
Some mysterious past concealing,
Some mysterious fate foreboding.
| Forest Songs and Other Poems | |