Search across someone's FaceBook and found this poem! Man, so beautiful! :D The woodland paths in fading light Are mossy kingdoms of delight All ripe with magic, myth and mist And undergrowth where secrets twist. There unseen urchins hide the night And hooting owls benight their flight And plaintive songs of woodland waifs Stir winging bats to starry strafes. Where frost brings fire in blades of grass The sounds of water-shadows pass Where nettled culverts part the lea The nooks know only mystery. There myriads of beetles play Their inlaid-blue in winged array And fireflies light starless shade To glow the toadstools in the glade. The moonflower’s glow of mellow light Is muse for moths that dust the night And nocturnes of desire for love Chirp in the canopy above. So tread the leafy roots of oak And dance the acorn’s russet yoke And pick the mushrooms of the dark And say your prayers ‘neath flaky bark. Oh thread your way through coppice paths With pixie songs and impish laughs For spirit’s gold with silver tune Is sung by phantoms of the moon. I think this is a metaphysical poem, which the poet immerses himself in the holy spirit to guide the whole structure of the poem. http://www.teachit.co.uk/armoore/poetry/metaphys.htm#2 Notice that at the bottom there's different view about the poem "To His Coy Mistress". I guess the writer of this webpage is a feminist. wha haha! XD --

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