A Song of Enchantment

A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green—green wood, by waters fair, 
Just as the words came up to me 
I sang it under the wild wood tree.

Widdershins turned I, singing it low, 
Watching the wild birds come and go; 
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen 
Under the thick-thatched branches green.

Twilight came: silence came: 
The planet of Evening’s silver flame; 
By darkening paths I wandered through 
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.

But the music is lost and the words are gone 
Of the song I sang as I sat alone, 
Ages and ages have fallen on me— 
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.