As I went through the wood, the wood,
Through fern and pimpernel,
A water fell, a water stood,
Twinkling within a dell,
And Naiad fancies, gleaming, hung
Like bubbles there the moss among.
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Again I hear echoes of Poe in this poem- and that is my way of offering great bouquets of praise on this poet's lap. Such precise word choice, such an intriguing rhyme scheme perfect for the gathering rhythm of this piece. Just three lines capture the reader in his magic- -
- - - As I went through the wood, the wood,
Through fern and pimpernel,
A water fell, a water stood,
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Again I hear echoes of Poe in this poem- and that is my way of offering great bouquets of praise on this poet's lap. Such precise word choice, such an intriguing rhyme scheme perfect for the gathering rhythm of this piece. Just three lines capture the reader in his magic- - - - - As I went through the wood, the wood, Through fern and pimpernel, A water fell, a water stood,