A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder — <br />That is the most I can boast to have seen, <br />Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, <br />Forest glades making a screen of their green, <br />Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow— <br />Could I forget all the fret of today <br />Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow, <br />Nature’s chaste spirit her face would display.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wood-nymph/
