The Forest Way, by Madison Cawein

I

  I climbed a forest path and found
  A dim cave in the dripping ground,
  Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,
  Who wrought with crystal triangles,
  And hollowed foam of rippled bells,
  A music of mysterious spells.

II

  Where Sleep her bubble-jewels spilled
  Of dreams; and Silence twilight-filled
  Her emerald buckets, star-instilled,
  With liquid whispers of lost springs,
  And mossy tread of woodland things,
  And drip of dew that greenly clings.

III

  Here by those servitors of Sound,
  Warders of that enchanted ground,
  My soul and sense were seized and bound,
  And, in a dungeon deep of trees
  Entranced, were laid at lazy ease,
  The charge of woodland mysteries.

IV

  The minions of Prince Drowsihead,
  The wood-perfumes, with sleepy tread,
  Tiptoed around my ferny bed:
  And far away I heard report
  Of one who dimly rode to Court,
  The Faery Princess, Eve-Amort.

V

  Her herald winds sang as they passed;
  And there her beauty stood at last,
  With wild gold locks, a band held fast,
  Above blue eyes, as clear as spar;
  While from a curved and azure jar
  She poured the white moon and a star.