In the Forest [Finnish translation]

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!

• Artist:Oscar Wilde