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Arthur Symons - At Fontaineblea
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IT was a day of sun and rain,  
  Uncertain as a child’s swift moods;  
And I shall never spend again  
  So blithe a day among the woods.  
  
Was it because the Gods were pleased 
  That they were awful in our eyes,  
Whom we in very deed appeased  
  With barley-cakes of sacrifice?  
  
The forest knew her and was glad,  
  And laughed for very joy to know 
Her child was with her; then, grown sad,  
  She wept, because her child must go.  
  
And Alice, like a little Faun,  
Went leaping over rocks and ferns,  
Coursing the shadow-race from dawn 
  Until the twilight-flock returns.  
  
And she would spy and she would capture  
  The shyest flower that lit the grass;  
The joy I had to watch her rapture  
  Was keen as even her rapture was.
  
The forest knew her and was glad,  
  And laughed and wept for joy and woe.  
This was the welcome that she had  
  Among the woods of Fontainebleau.
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