CategoryLucy Maud Montgomery

The Forest Path


Oh, the charm of idle dreamingWhere the dappled shadows dance,All the leafy aisles are teemingWith the lure of old romance! Down into the forest dipping,Deep and deeper as we go,One might fancy dryads slippingWhere the white-stemmed birches grow. Lurking gnome and freakish fairyIn the fern may peep and hide . . .Sure their whispers low and airyRing us in on every side! Saw you where the pines are...