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Secreta Silvarum Prelude	A
	-
Oh yon when Holda leaves her hill	B
of winter on the quest of June	C
black oaks with emerald lamplets thrill	B
that flicker forth to her magic tune	C
At dawn the forest shivers whist	A
and all the hidden glades awake	D
then sunshine gems the milk white mist	A
and the soft swaying branches make	D
along its edge a woven sound	A
of legends that allure and flit	A
and horns wound towards the enchanted ground	A
where in the light moon vapours lit	A
all night while the black woods in mass	E
serried forbid with goblin fear	F
fay revels gleam o'er the pale grass	E
till shrill throats ring the matins near	F
Oh there oh there in the sweet o' the year	F
adventurous in the witching green	G
last feal of the errant spear	F
to seek the eyes of lost Undine	G
clear blue above the blue cold stream	H
that lingers till her plaint be done	I
oh and perchance from that sad dream	H
to woo her laughing to the sun	I
and that glad blue that seems to flow	J
far up where dipping branches lift	A
sidelong their soft throng'd frondage slow	J
and slow the thin cloud fleecelets drift	A
Oh there to drowse the summer thro'	F
deep in some odorous twilit lair	F
swoon'd in delight of golden dew	A
within the sylvan witches hair	F
the while on half veil'd eyes to feel	K
the yellow sunshafts broken dim	L
and seldom waftures moth like steal	K
and settle on the bare flung limb	L
or under royal autumn pall'd	A
in smouldering magnificence	E
to feel the olden heart enthrall'd	A
in wisdoms of forgotten sense	E
and mad desire and pain that fill'd	A
red August's heart of throbbing bloom	M
in one grave hour of knowledge still'd	A
where glory ponders o'er its doom	M
and when the boughs are sombre lace	E
and silence chisels silver rime	M
o'er some old hearth with dim lit face	E
to dream the vanish'd forest prime	M
the springtime's sweet and June's delight	A
more precious now that hard winds chill	B
the dews that made their mornings bright	A
and Holda sleeps beneath her hill	B
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I	-
What tho' the outer day be brazen rude	A
not here the innocence of morn is fled	A
this green unbroken dusk attests it wed	A
with freshness where the shadowy breasts are nude	A
hers guess'd whose looks felt dewy cool elude	A
save this reproach that smiles on foolish dread	A
wood word grave gladness in its heart unsaid	A
knoweth the guarded name of Quietude	A
Nor start if satyr shapes across the path	N
tumble it is but children lo the wrath	N
couchant heraldic of her beasts that pierce	E
with ivory single horn whate'er misplaced	A
outrageous nears or whinny of the fierce	E
Centaur or mailed miscreant unchaste	A
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II	-
O friendly shades where anciently I grew	A
me entering at dawn a child ye knew	A
all little welcoming leaves and jealous wove	O
your roof of lucid emerald above	P
that scarce therethro' the envious sun might stray	F
save smiling dusk or lure for idle play	F
such glancing finger your chance whim allows	E
all that long forenoon of the tuneful boughs	E
which growing on the myriad small noise	E
and flitting of the wood life's busy joys	E
thro' tenuous weft of sound had left divined	A
the impending threat of silence clear behind	A
and noon now past that hush descended large	Q
in the wood's heart and caught me in its marge	Q
of luminous foreboding widely flung	R
so hourlong I have stray'd and tho' among	R
the glimpsing lures of all green aisles delays	E
that revelation of its wondrous gaze	E
yet am I glad to wander glad to seek	S
and find not so the gather'd tufts bespeak	S
naked reclined its friendly neighbourhood	A
as in this hollow of the rarer wood	A
where listening in the cool glen shade with me	M
white bloom'd and quiet stands a single tree	M
rich spilth of gold is on the eastward rise	E
westward the violet gloom eludes mine eyes	E
This is the house of Pan not whom blind craze	E
and babbling wood wits tell where bare flints blaze	E
noon tide terrific with the single shout	A
but whom behind each bole sly peering out	A
the traveller knows but turning disappear'd	A
with chuckle of laughter in his thicket beard	A
and rustle of scurrying faun feet where the ground	A
each autumn deeper feels its yellow mound	A
Onward and lo at length the secret glade	A
soft gleaming grey what time the grey trunks fade	A
in the white vapours o'er its further rim	M
'Tis no more time to linger now more dim	M
the woods are throng'd to ward the haunted spot	A
where as I turn my homeward face I wot	A
the nymphs of twilight have resumed unheard	A
their glimmering dance upon the glimmering sward	A
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III	-
The point of noon is past outside light is asleep	T
brooding upon its perfect hour the woods are deep	T
and solemn fill'd with unseen presences of light	A
that glint allure and hide them ever yet more bright	A
it seems the turn of a path will show them nay but rest	A
seek not and think not dream and know not this is best	A
the hour is full be lost whispering the woods are bent	A
This is the only revelation be content	A
	-
IIII	-
The forest has its horrors as the sea	M
and ye that enter from the staling lea	M
into the early freshness kept around	A
the waiting trunks that watch its rarer bound	A
after the glistening song that sprinkled leaves	E
an innocence upon the glancing leaves	E
O ye that dream to find the morning yet	A
secret and chaste beside her mirror set	A
some glimmering source o'ershadow'd where the light	A
is coolness felt whom filter'd glints invite	A
thro' the slow shifting green transparency	M
O ye that hearken towards pale mystery	M
a rustle of hidden pinions and obey	F
the beckoning of each little leaf asway	U
return return or e'er to warn you back	V
the shadow bend along your rearward track	V
longer and longer from the brooding west	A
return and evening shall bosom your rest	A
in the warm gloom that wraps the blazing hearth	W
there hear from wither'd lips long wean'd of mirth	X
the tale that lulls old watches How they rode	A
brave glittering once where the brave morning glow'd	A
along the forest edges and were lost	A
for ever where the crossing trunks are most	A
and far beyond the dim arcades of song	Y
where moon mist weaves a dancing elfin throng	Y
and far beyond the luring glades that brood	A
around a maiden thought of Quietude	A
the savage realm begins of lonely dread	A
black branches from the fetid marish bred	A
that lurks to trap the loyal careless foot	A
and gaping trunks protrude a snaky root	A
o'er slinking paths that centre where beneath	Z
a sudden rock on the short blasted heath	Z
bare set a cavern lurks and holds within	A2
its womb obscene with some corroding sin	A2
coil'd on itself and stirring a squat shade	A
before the entrance rusts a broken blade	A
The forest hides its horrors as the sea	M
	-
V	M
No emerald spring no royal autumn red	A
no glint of morn or sullen vanquish'd day	A
might venture against this obscene horror's sway	A
blackly from the witch blasted branches shed	A
No silver bells around the bridle head	A
ripple and on no quest the pennons play	A
the path's romance is shuddering disarray	A
or eaten by the marsh the knights are dead	A
The Lady of the Forest was a tale	B2
of the white unicorns that round her sleep	T
gamboll'd no turf retains a print and man	C2
rare traveller feels athwart the knitted bale	B2
watching now lord of loathly deaths that creep	T
maliciously the senile leer of Pan	C2
Fire in the heavens and fire along the hills	E
and fire made solid in the flinty stone	D2
thick mass'd or scatter'd pebble fire that fills	E
the breathless hour that lives in fire alone	D2
This valley long ago the patient bed	A
of floods that carv'd its antient amplitude	A
in stillness of the Egyptian crypt outspread	A
endures to drown in noon days tyrant mood	A
Behind the veil of burning silence bound	A
vast life's innumerous busy littleness	E
is hush'd in vague conjectured blur of sound	A
that dulls the brain with slumbrous weight unless	E
some dazzling puncture let the stridence throng	Y
in the cicada's torture point of song	Y
	-
Peace dwells in blessing o'er a place	E
fol	B2

Christopher John Brennan

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