The woods lay dreaming in a topaz dream, <br />And we, who silently roamed hand in hand, <br />Were pilgrims in a strange, enchanted land, <br />Where life was love, and love was all a-gleam. <br /> <br />And old remembered songs came back to greet <br />Our ears, from other worlds of long ago, <br />The worlds that we of earth may seldom know - <br />And to those songs we timed our vagrant feet. <br /> <br />We did not speak, we did not need to say <br />The thought that lay so buried in our hearts - <br />The thoughts as sweet as springtime rain, that <br />starts <br />The buds to blossoming in wistful May. <br /> <br />We did not need to speak, we could not speak, <br />The wonder words that we in silence knew - <br />We walked, as very little children do, <br />Who feel, but cannot tell, the thing they seek. <br /> <br />Beyond a screen of bushes, bending low, <br />We knew that fair Titania lay at rest, <br />Her pillowed head upon her lover's breast, <br />Her kisses swift as birds that come and go! <br /> <br />And underneath a wall of mottled stone, <br />We knew the sleeping beauty lay in state, <br />Entangled in a mist of tears, to wait <br />The prince whose kiss would raise her to a throne. <br /> <br />Perhaps a witch with single flaming eye, <br />Was watching from beneath the hemlock tree; <br />And fairies that our gaze might never see, <br />Laughed at us as we, hand in hand, crept by. <br /> <br />Laughed at us? No, I somehow think they knew <br />That you and I were kin to them that day! <br />I think they knew that we were years away <br />From everything but make-believe, come true. <br /> <br />I think they knew that, singing through the air, <br />There thrilled a vague, insistent, harp-like call - <br />And that, where woodbine blazed against the wall, <br />You held me close and kissed my wind-tossed hair!<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wood-magic/
