The poem
IN THE FOREST
Out of the mid-wood's twilight Into the meadow's dawn, Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing, And his shadow dances along, And I know not which I should follow, Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow! O Nightingale, catch me his strain! Else moonstruck with music and madness I track him in vain!
i hated this pome it was to indepth for me and was not to my tast at all if more out there i might have enjoyed it more
Oscar Wilde is in my opinion THE most amazing man ever
Retort
Emma, if you read a little more, perhaps you could gain appreciation for Oscar Wilde, along with the ability to use the skill of spelling.