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It is the time when, by the forest falls, / The touchmenots hang fairy folly-caps; / When ferns and flowers fill the lichened laps / Of rocks with color, rich as orient shawls: / And in my heart I hear a voice that calls / Me woodward, where the Hamadryad wraps / Her limbs in bark, or, bubbling in the saps, / Laughs the sweet Greek of Pan's old madrigals. / There is a gleam that lures me up the stream -- / A Naiad swimming with wet limbs of light? / Perfume, that leads me on from dream to dream -- / An Oread's footprints fragrant with her flight? / And, lo! meseems I am a Faun again, / Part of the myths that I pursue in vain.