Beneath a waxing gibbous moon. <br />A dryad dances to a tune <br />that’s played upon the pipes of Pan <br />by a young and handsome man. <br /> <br />Just for tonight it seems that she <br /> the living spirit of a tree. <br />Can be allowed to dance alone <br />beside the tree with which she’s grown. <br /> <br />A comely maiden clad in green <br />More beautiful than he had seen. <br /> Cajoles the youth to come and dance. <br /> He foolishly accepts the chance. <br /> <br />Once he has held her in his arms <br />he must surrender to her charms. <br />They share a night of ecstasy <br /> but morning brings a mystery. <br /> <br />By the morning light awoken. <br />The maid has left behind a token <br /> a souvenir for him to keep. <br />This was no dream induced by sleep. <br /> <br />A single solid silver leaf <br />With which to bolster his belief. <br />As time goes by and memories fade <br />of one night in a woodland glade. <br /> <br />26-Nov-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/begalmoured-and-bewildered-for-m-lady-ernestine/
