The Dryad of the Forest
Posted: 15 Jun 2020, 17:10
A dryad dances on the waters
Her billowy skirt swirls around her graceful feet
Her toe tipped the glossy face; n'er falters
And her falling hair, her waist did it meet
The forest turf is her gown
The flowers of the meadow twine her girdle
She'd be a sight to see if she be found
For she walks unseen amongst the clover, apple blossoms, and the myrtle.
Her billowy skirt swirls around her graceful feet
Her toe tipped the glossy face; n'er falters
And her falling hair, her waist did it meet
The forest turf is her gown
The flowers of the meadow twine her girdle
She'd be a sight to see if she be found
For she walks unseen amongst the clover, apple blossoms, and the myrtle.
