In the Forest

Out of the mid-wood’s twilight 
    Into the meadow’s dawn, 
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, 
    Flashes my Faun! 

He skips through the copses singing, 
    And his shadow dances along, 
And I know not which I should follow, 
    Shadow or song! 

O Hunter, snare me his shadow! 
    O Nightingale, catch me his strain! 
Else moonstruck with music and madness 
    I track him in vain! 

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 2, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.