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The Wood God

    By Madison Julius Cawein



    I Heard his step upon the moss;
    I glimpsed his shadow in the stream;
    And thrice I saw the brambles toss
    Wherein he vanished like a dream.

    A great beech aimed a giant stroke
    At my bent head, in mad alarm;
    And then a chestnut and an oak
    Struck at me with a knotted arm.

    The brambles clutched at me; and fear
    For one swift instant held me fast
    Just long enough to let me hear
    His windlike footsteps vanish past.

    The brushwood made itself more dense,
    And looped my feet with green delay;
    And, threatening every violence,
    The rocks and thorns opposed my way.

    But still I followed; strove and strained
    In spite of all the wood devised
    To hold me back, and on him gained
    The deity I had surprised.

    The genius of the wood, whose flute
    Had led me far; at first, to see
    The imprint of his form and foot
    Upon the moss beneath the tree.

    A bird piped warning and he fled:
    I saw a gleam of gold and green:
    The woodland held its breath for dread
    That its great godhead would be seen.

    Could I but speak him face to face,
    And for a while his joy behold,
    What visions there might then take place,
    What myst'ries of the woods be told!

    And well I knew that he was near
    By that soft sound the water made
    Upon its rock; and by the fear
    The wind unto the leaves betrayed.

    And by the sign bough made to bough,
    The secret signal, brusque and brief,
    That said, "On guard! He's looking now!"
    And pointed at me every leaf.

    Then suddenly the way lay wide;
    The brambles ceased to clutch and tear;
    And even the grim trees shrunk aside,
    And motioned me, "He's there! he's there!"

    A ruse! I knew it for a ruse,
    To thwart my search at last. But I
    Had been a fool to follow clues,
    And let the god himself pass by.

    And then the wood in mighty mirth
    Laughed at me, all its bulk a-swing;
    It roared and bent its giant girth
    As if it'd done a clever thing.

    But I, on whom its scorn was spent,
    Said not a word, but turned away:
    To me this truth was evident
    No man may see the gods to-day.



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