At Fontainebleau

Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.






It was a day of sun and rain,
 Uncertain as a child's swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
 So blithe a day among the woods.
 
Was it because the Gods were pleased
 That they were awful in our eyes,
Whom we in very deed appeased
 With barley-cakes of sacrifice?
 
The forest knew her and was glad,
 And laughed for very joy to know
Her child was with her; then, grown sad,
 She wept, because her child must go.
 
And Alice, like a little Faun,
Went leaping over rocks and ferns,
Coursing the shadow-race from dawn
 Until the twilight-flock returns.
 
And she would spy and she would capture
 The shyest flower that lit the grass;
The joy I had to watch her rapture
 Was keen as even her rapture was.
 
The forest knew her and was glad,
 And laughed and wept for joy and woe.
This was the welcome that she had
 Among the woods of Fontainebleau.

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