From the midnight Wood

        
From the midnight wood      
elfin beauty not of earth     
moulded by another hand.       
I am wake and cannot sleep      
came to watch the stars      
beside the pool reflecting      
as the daylight fades.      
Did I sleep? I do not know.      
She strode my body      
naked innocence,not of earth      
yet not of heaven . . . . .      
From the midnight wood      
a world I scarce know,      
I hear  badgers' gossip      
their whispers tell me little,      
enough to know there is a world      
free of avarice and guilt      
where oxlips meet in parliament      
and bluebells chime the hours.      
She stooped to kiss my brow      
her breasts gave suckle to my lips      
dark hairs beneath her arms      
darker shades upon her thighs.      
My will was gone,she bid me wait      
guiltless took me to herself      
such as this I never knew,      
save in boyhood dreaming,      
She took her fill of me      
and rose . . one last glimpse,      
dark hairs and innocence,      
and was gone.