歌词
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!