You shall forget for what you seek; Careless of all about, Hand clasped to hand and cheek to cheek, Sport for the elfin rout. We tangle never to be free The feet that tread too far. Beware the moonlight witchery, The magic of a star! THE DRYAD I was a Dryad cloistered in a tree, Nor knew it for a cell, so close and kind; Till some one’s careless fingers found the key And set me free to sun and sky and wind. Heigho! The outer world seemed very sweet, For all the sunlit mysteries were new, The tender little moss caressed my feet, I drank of flower-wine and crystal dew. I heard quaint stories from the birds and bees; My cheeks were of the sun’s warm kisses fain; I joined wild frolics with the reckless breeze, And mocked the mocking echoes back again. But when the evening fell and all the world Folded to rest without a thought of me, With fear a-shiver as the dark unfurled, I longed to shelter in the ancient tree. The sun has gone and now my heart is cold! My friend the breeze, grown weary with his play, Slumbers upon the flowers; while all the gold Has faded from the glory of the day. O good great Oak, close me within your bark! I droop and faint and cannot wander more. But though through all the world I search the dark, I cannot find my cloister’s wrinkled door. O good great Oak, let me not seek in vain A helpless Dryad, exiled from her tree! Ah, but to feel your clasping strength again Between the cruel, careless world and me! FAIRY WINE You from east and I from west Both stumbled into Fairyland; And there we wandered, blithe and blest, Through elfin mazes, hand in hand. They poured a cup of magic brew And laid enchantment on our eyes; I thought I read the heart of you, You saw me in a fairy guise. Out of the wonder-hill we came; We blinked and stammered, wild and wan. For you and I were just the same, But lo! the witchery was gone! So, go your way and I’ll go mine, You to the west, I to the east. But ah, how sweet the fairy wine We sipped together at the feast! WEBS