Riddle


Where far in forest I am laid,
In a place ringed around by stones,
Look for no melancholy shade,
And have no thoughts of buried bones;
For I am bodiless and bright,
And fill this glade with sudden glow;
The leaves are washed in under-light;
Shade lies upon the boughs like snow.


1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (3 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5)

Riddle