sate her one way or another

In the cloven moonlight in the dell in a grove

Where holy Ash and grape doth grow

A rendezvous oh a marvellous faun approaches!

A dandy fellow with horns newly burnished

He slips like a dancer through shadow and sylvan paths

He laughs a strange laugh like a tiny trapped river

Rippling over stones in dappled drabbled bed

The girl is a dryad some kind of tree creature

Summer drunk and unclothed by her bower close by

The leaves that cleave to trees seize every squeeze

The girl touches his face and space separates and waits

The very moss they lay on a day on greenest velvet it seems

The drink is strong it belongs in a potent potion

The air is balmy the forest looks calmly on not far from Ocean

The Olympian gods slumber on inner number of clouds

They shower blessings and flowers in the hours between noon and moon

The faun satiated initiated his snooze while evening oozed

The drowsy dryad dreamed she had lied to her tree

Tied to a mortal she caught all her branches and let them go

Tripped over a mountain a giant avalanches the snow

There  if not nowhere

The sacred river Alph must surely flow

In cloven moonlight in the dell in a grove

Where holy Ash and grape doth grow