On The Way Poem by Ella Goodman

While walking along the lonely woods
I chanced a meeting with the Duke,
Tall and dark, in woody mask,
Stood he above all the club.
What enormous hands and feet!
The Duke of woods overlooking the rifts!
I stood a while in fancied muse
Among the silent peaceful mood.
In husk low voice the Duke he cried,
'Lady why you tread the wild? '',
'What brings thou to my grove,
Among the beasts and wilderness? '
Abashed I looked up to meet his eyes
The dark glow caught my very sight
I whispered low in meek tone,
'I do not know why I tread your zone,
Among the woods and wilderness'.
'I find relief at thy hearth, among the secluded
Wild park, I find new life, I find new zest,
I love thee above all the rest'.
'Why I love thee do not ask, though
Dark and wild in thee thrust,
Secret love let it thrive,
Oblivious to common eye.'