Madison Cawein - My Lady of the Beeches lyrics

Here among the beeches Winds and wild perfume, That the twilight peaches Into gleam and gloom, Build for her a room. Her, whose Beauty cometh, Misty as the morn, When the wild bee hummeth, At its honey-horn, In the wayside thorn. As the wood grows dimmer, With the drowsy night, Like a moonbeam glimmer Here she walks in white, With a firefly-light. Moths around her flitting, Like a moth she goes; Here a moment sitting By this wilding rose, With my heart's repose. Every bough that dances Has a**umed the grace Of her form: and Fancies, Flashed from eye and face, Brood about the place. And the water, shaken, In its plunge and poise, To itself has taken Quiet of her voice And restrains its joys. Would that these could tell me What and whence she is; She, who doth enspell me, Fill my soul with bliss Of her spirit kiss. Though the heart beseech her, And the soul implore, Who is it may reach her - Safe behind the door Of all woodland lore?