III THROUGH the fresh woods there fleet Fawns, with bright eyes, light feet: Bright eyes, and feet that spurn The pure green fern. Headed by leaping does, The swift procession goes Through thickets, over lawns: Followed by fawns. Over slopes, over glades, Down dells and leafy shades, Away the quick deer troop: A wildwood group. Under the forest airs, A life of grace is theirs: Courtly they look; they seem Things of a dream. Some say, but who can say: That a charmed troop are they: Once youths and maidens white! These may be right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE HIS VICTORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |