Cast by trees, tall and black
Lie the shadows of a dream
Where the peak extends a track
And the laurels gleam

Silent boughs stretch their fingers
Until the night boasts the moon
Icy winds rest and linger
They fancy much the coming noon

The twigs echo lonely
Sky meets the fields
Irksome sun rests its head and only
Day stops and yields

Tinted limbs harbour sighs
Holding foliage dark and flamed
Reminiscent of the past are roots that lie
With sad hearts tamed

Behind marble clouds of white
Shines a golden radiant breath
Like a martyr in transient plight
Day shares with Wood its solemn death

The children of the wood
Grasp their mother’s grassy hand
Dream of where they once had stood
In that old translucent land

Tint melts into tint
In a reddish chestnut hue
Holding back the leaves of mint
For only Sun can drink the dew