Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
We had run into the forest, happy, careless;
We had lost the little path and found a grove,
And or laughter filled the silence of the woodland.
Then a band of scarlet ivy leaves you wove
For my forehead, saying lightly I was Pan,
And you a modern wood-nymph. In that nook
You had danced among the leaves, e'er we ran
Across the fields near the forest to a brook.
There we stopped, and breathless we looked down
At our reflections on the water from the blue.
For an instant I thought truly it was Pan,
Will it cleared, and Pan was I, and you were you.