A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go;
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.
Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening's silver flame;
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.
But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,
Ages and ages have fallen on me -
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.
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A song of Enchantment
From guest Cleo (contact)
Wow. Is the song of enchantment a summary of the authors life? Or maybe, just a magical day and a night once remembered, now agone. -
From guest melodies (contact)
Oh, the beauty of this fills me with gladness and this poem is a song in itself. Would that I could shake the hand of the poet who wrote it.
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Enchantment? Exactly! This poem is so enchanting, bewitching, full of spells and sorcery! It makes the reader sad with joy.... beautiful!
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Wonderful
Pure enchantment!! -
beauty
"But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,"
This is a beautiful rhyme ___ recalls me such beautiful words by all times great Shakespeare " Under the greenwood tree"
it's a beauty
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lost in a dream.....
"The music is lost and the words are gone..." this guy must ov been a bit of a melodramatic melancholic - if there is such a thing. His poems are all lost Cause stuff. he's even a bit cookoo at times. Heehee. That's why I like him, actually. Blessed are those who don't scoff at this poem.
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