Darling Of The Woodland

She's the darling of the woodland
And I seek her endlessly .
In the mountains, fields, and meadows
Searching every bush and tree .

A forgotten nature's angel
Sent from Heaven's land on high .
Just to charm the modern woodman
And the birds when passing by .

I see flashes of her image
Just before I turn my head .
When I look , I then see nothing ;
Only gold, and green, and red .

With its bright array of flowers,
Peeping through its stand of trees ;
In what portion of this kingdom,
Does she drift on nature's breeze ?

While I cherish every moment
In my search for nature's charm,
I have failed to calm her senses
And assuage her quick alarm .

If I find her, I will tell her
There should be no fear of me .
For I only want to see her
As she is, or wished to be .

Just a darling of the woodland
And my fairy tale so true .
Giving birth to my illusion
That she might, by chance, be you .


GREENWOLFE 1962

When I Stood By The Sea (A Tribute to Poe and Annabel Lee

Twas once upon a time I stood
Nearby the sounding sea .
By the man who loved the maiden .
Beautiful , Annabel Lee .

As he spoke then , my sorrow welled .
And likewise did the sea .
It seemed that even Neptune sighed ,
And welled ; wept both wind and lee .

And that was well , for each of us
Now yearned and wept as three .
For all the maidens men have loved
In such kingdoms by the sea .

And so that evening as I stood ;
Just Neptune , Poe , and me .
I spied a spirit maiden wrapped
In a gown blown loose and free .

The specter heard our mournful wail
Like sirens by the sea .
And drifted by and wondered at
Such sad , sorrowed souls as we .

He looked , and then Poe saw her eyes .
As Neptune did , and me .
The same he saw so long ago
In a kingdom by the sea .

He stretched his arms , and she stretched hers ;
As Neptune's arms gripped me .
And as we cried , she took him up .
Both then , as if one , you see .

Then Neptune's trident pointed out
The way for Poe and she .
And those three drifted up and off
This cliff , by the sounding sea .

The last I saw , as I stood still
And felt the wind blow free ;
The maiden that Poe dearly loved
From that kingdom by the sea .

She turned her head and cast her eyes
And smiled a smile at me .
Twas then I knew , she'd take me too ;
This soul , called Annabel Lee .


GREENWOLFE 1962

A Friend (The Valentine's Day Poem)

A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes .
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums .

A friend to gently tie you
When sirens sing your name .
A friend with words to soothe you
When life's a losing game .

A friend to cool your passions
When passions take their hold .
A friend to warm you gently
When a frozen heart's too cold .

A friend to spread contentment
As season's wax and wane .
Make sense of love's confusion ,
And bear life's grief and pain .

A friend who knows this season
Of love , both yours and mine .
A friend , another reason ,
To send this Valentine .


GREENWOLFE 1962