I STOOD as one enchanted, <br />All in the forest deep: <br />As one that wond'ring wanders, <br />Dream-bound within his sleep. <br /> <br />A thousand rustling footsteps <br />Pattered upon the ground; <br />A thousand whisp'ring voices <br />Made the wide silence, sound. <br /> <br />Some murmured deep and deeper, <br />Like waves in solemn seas; <br />Some breathèd sweet and sweeter, <br />Like elves on moon-lit leas. <br /> <br />Tall ferns, washed down in sunlight, <br />Beckoned with fingers green; <br />Tall flowers nodded strangely, <br />With white and glimm'ring sheen; <br /> <br />They sighed, they sang so softly, <br />They stretched their arms to me; <br />My heart, it throbbed so wildly, <br />In weird tumultuous glee. <br /> <br />I staggered in the mosses, <br />It seemed to drag me down <br />Into the gleaming bushes; <br />To fall, to sink, to drown. <br /> <br />When lo! thro' scared foliage, <br />A lovely bird did fly; <br />And looked at me so knowing, <br />With bright and curious eye; <br /> <br />It broke out into warbles, <br />And singing sped away; <br />But I, like one awakened, <br />Fled down the mossy way.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/entangled-6/
