I WANDERED in the enchanted wood, <br />And as I wandered there, I sang <br />A song I never understood, <br />Though sweet the music rang. <br /> <br />I held a lily white and fair, <br />Its perfume was a song divine, <br />A song like moonlight and clear air, <br />No rose-hued cloud like mine. <br /> <br />Beneath pale moon and wind-winged skies <br />My lips were dumb as one drew near, <br />Folded warm wings across my eyes <br />And whispered in my ear. <br /> <br /> <br />He left a flame-flower in my hand, <br />And bade me sing as heretofore <br />The song I could not understand; <br />But I can sing no more. <br /> <br /> <br />His secret seals my dumb lips fast, <br />My lily withered 'neath his wing; <br />But now I understand at last <br />The song I used to sing.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-122/
