A Song of Enchantment

by Walter de la Mare

A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.

Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go;
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.

Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening's silver flame;
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.

But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,
Ages and ages have fallen on me -
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.

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In case you were wondered what the previous post was about, here is the story: I found a cool website www.oldpoetry.com with a huge selection of poets – in English and translated form other languages. I cannot guarantee the quality of translation, but it seemed good enough at the first glance.

Here is the poem that left me giggling - guess, why?
( Alone )

And here is one by my favourite Robert Burns:

( Love in the Guise of Friendship )

And another one:

( My Love is like A Red, Red Rose )