WHO ventures to the Magic Wood? Who dares the moonlit way, Full perilous in the silver flood, Though safe enough by day? Who brushes through the mystic dew To hear the flute of Pan, And spy upon our dancing crew? Beware, O Maid, O Man! The Wee Folk lurk behind the trees And ambush in the fern; Our mischief whispers in the breeze -- Ye Trespassers, return! Enchanted, each to each shall seem Transfigured and divine; Your faces with strange beauty gleam, Your lips hold maddening wine. You shall forget for what you seek; Careless of all about, Hand clasped to hand and cheek to cheek, Sport for the elfin rout. We tangle never to be free The feet that tread too far. Beware the moonlight witchery, The magic of a star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW TO A CHILD OF THREE YEARS OLD by BERNARD BARTON WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE EPISTLE TO THE REV. JOHN M'MATH by ROBERT BURNS |