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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOOSED DRYAD, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From the bole of the oak tree I start! There he bound me Last Line: Sunrise kindles the east, and the woodland is sleeping! Subject(s): Dryads | |||
From the bole of the oak tree I start! There he bound me -- The wizard of summer. With the dim woods around me, From covert to covert fare my feet, bronzely glancing To the sway and the swing and the lure of my dancing! How the watching eyes gleam, for the wood-folk awaken! Now each creeper and vine stem and root weft is shaken With the mystery of night and the wakened wings starting, With the fever of meeting, with the sorrow of parting! From the wood to the hill, from the hill to the meadow, Through the moonlight we gleam, now in sight, now in shadow; And our veins run their will and our hearts sing it over -- Velvet night and the stars and the whispering clover! From the hill to the wood, silent flicker, hushed laughter! Ah, the surge of the dance and the brown hair blown after! Now faster, now faster, now higher and higher Flit the feet, beat the pulses, with autumn afire! To the bole of the oak.... Ah, beloved, unbind me! I am lost in the tree where no sunrise may find me. Fades the night to its light, sinks the passion to weeping. Sunrise kindles the east, and the woodland is sleeping! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DRYAD OF THE PINE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE FESTAL HOUR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FAIRY FOOT by MAY FOLWELL HOISINGTON ON THE DIFFICULTY OF CONJURING UP A DRYAD by SYLVIA PLATH A MERRY HEART: DRYAD OF THE PEANUT TREE by THELMA LUCILE LULL DRYADS by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON CHORUS OF THE DRYADS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE DRYADS by LILIAN WHITE SPENCER STRAYED by CHARLES ERSKINE SCOTT WOOD THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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