AT FONTAINEBLEAU.IT was a day of sun and rain,Uncertain as a child’s quick moods;And I shall never pass againSo blithe a day among the woods.The forest knew you and was glad,And laughed for very joy to knowHer child was with her; then, grown sad,She wept, because her child must go.And you would spy and you would captureThe shyest flower that lit the grass:The joy I had to watch your raptureWas keen as even your rapture was.The forest knew you and was glad,And laughed and wept for joy and woe.This was the welcome that you hadAmong the woods of Fontainebleau.
IT was a day of sun and rain,Uncertain as a child’s quick moods;And I shall never pass againSo blithe a day among the woods.
The forest knew you and was glad,And laughed for very joy to knowHer child was with her; then, grown sad,She wept, because her child must go.
And you would spy and you would captureThe shyest flower that lit the grass:The joy I had to watch your raptureWas keen as even your rapture was.
The forest knew you and was glad,And laughed and wept for joy and woe.This was the welcome that you hadAmong the woods of Fontainebleau.