A Song of Enchantment - 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…














