As once I rambled in the woods <br /> I chanced to spy amid the brake <br />A huntsman ride his way beside <br /> A fair and passing tranquil lake; <br />Though velvet bucks sped here and there, <br /> He let them scamper through the green-- <br />Not one smote he, but lustily <br /> He blew his horn--what could it mean? <br /> <br />As on I strolled beside that lake, <br /> A pretty maid I chanced to see <br />Fishing away for finny prey, <br /> Yet not a single one caught she; <br />All round her boat the fishes leapt <br /> And gambolled to their hearts' content, <br />Yet never a thing did the maid but sing-- <br /> I wonder what on earth it meant. <br /> <br />As later yet I roamed my way, <br /> A lovely steed neighed loud and long, <br />And an empty boat sped all afloat <br /> Where sang a fishermaid her song; <br />All underneath the prudent shade, <br /> Which yonder kindly willows threw, <br />Together strayed a youth and maid-- <br /> I can't explain it all, can you?<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mysterious-doings/
