Waqas Ahmed

PhD Technology Management

In The Forest

May 17, 2017 Poems 0

In The Forest

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!

Poet: Oscar Wilde


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