Though the forest embraced the lavender hued dusk

it was slow to kiss firmly the dark lips of the night

for fear that a fickle lover it may turn out to be

and leave at the breath of the first morning light

In a wide clearing beside the silver leafed pond

where wild branches guard with fingers spread

to then reveal in an instant the fauns odd dance

in bows and circles where the nymphs had tread

Not moments before soft voices could be heard

by any passing ear that may have dared to hear

this taunting song of fair nymphs desire bound

who reckless ignore the poor fauns their fear

Much more to do when the long shade affords

a darkened spot in which to steal a tender kiss

that ignites far warmer fires when stoked slow

until passions unleashed grow too hard to resist

"Chase me, chase me!" their sweet voices cried

these pink-cheeked nymphs who lead the way

for fauns with foolish hearts they followed fast

thus with the chains of lust were gladly led astray