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I am a lost dryad, / Wandering tranced in the lovely blossoming wood, / Following paths where the shy bright berries wait, / Entering glades where the birds have secrets and nests.... / I am a lost dryad!
One came who woke me and bade me come forth, / Gladly I stepped from the tree and put out my hand; / Gladly, like children, we hurried forth to the sun, / But our play was only begun ere a bitter Will had hushed it -- / I am a lost dryad!