I WAS a Dryad cloistered in a tree, Nor knew it for a cell, so close and kind; Till some one's careless fingers found the key And set me free to sun and sky and wind. Heigho! The outer world seemed very sweet, For all the sunlit mysteries were new, The tender little moss caressed my feet, I drank of flower-wine and crystal dew. I heard quaint stories from the birds and bees; My cheeks were of the sun's warm kisses fain; I joined wild frolics with the reckless breeze, And mocked the mocking echoes back again. But when the evening fell and all the world Folded to rest without a thought of me, With fear a-shiver as the dark unfurled, I longed to shelter in the ancient tree. The sun has gone and now my heart is cold! My friend the breeze, grown weary with his play, Slumbers upon the flowers; while all the gold Has faded from the glory of the day. O good great Oak, close me within your bark! I droop and faint and cannot wander more. But though through all the world I search the dark, I cannot find my cloister's wrinkled door. O good great Oak, let me not seek in vain A helpless Dryad, exiled from her tree! Ah, but to feel your clasping strength again Between the cruel, careless world and me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 1. THE BALLAD-SINGER by THOMAS HARDY DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |