So strong enchantment lay o'er all that land, It seemed there was an understanding there That reached from men to trees, from trees to men. More beautiful than aught our wonder guesses, More than our hearts have hoped, the dewdrop lights Hint of the seaweeds draping cliffside rocks. Eternal beauty dreams in honied air Where nothing ever stirs or fades or dies, Nor seeks its happiness in changing things.
This is almost a found poem. The stanzas are adapted, with only miniscule changes, from lines on pages 15, 20, and 40 of The King of Elfland's Daughter.