 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
THE OREAD
In fern and foxglove and sweet woodland ways
I found my Love, beneath the mighty trees
Of an old forest. In an ambrosial breeze
Lovely, I saw her come. The level rays
Shadowed the trembling oakleaves o'er her face.
I could have fallen prone upon my knees
In adoration; as the bard, who sees
An Oread in the sweet Ionian lays.
I found my Love, beneath the mighty trees
Of an old forest. In an ambrosial breeze
Lovely, I saw her come. The level rays
Shadowed the trembling oakleaves o'er her face.
I could have fallen prone upon my knees
In adoration; as the bard, who sees
An Oread in the sweet Ionian lays.
We rested on the moss in solitude.
The world stood still in wonder at that hour.
Doves wailed afar and nearer droned the bee.
And close a chaffinch chattered to its brood,
And flowers were round my sweet, herself a flower,
As weeping there she gave herself to me.
The world stood still in wonder at that hour.
Doves wailed afar and nearer droned the bee.
And close a chaffinch chattered to its brood,
And flowers were round my sweet, herself a flower,
As weeping there she gave herself to me.
June 26th, 1894.
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