WOODLAND PATHS 



of alder pollen drawn in filmy gauze about 

 her. Strange goblins in 'silvery brown 

 danced in grotesque gambols at her feet, 

 while behind the bank I heard the splash- 

 ing of Bose in shallow water, frenzied 

 howls of excitement and ecstasy followed 

 each time by another of the clumsy gob- 

 lins somersaulting up from below to join 

 the dance. Fairy-land and goblin town 

 had indeed come together in celebration 

 of the arrival of the spring! 



On the threshold of this realm I trod a 

 moment bewildered, and then, stumbling, 

 broke the spell with a hasty exclamation. 

 The enchantment vanished like a dream. 

 Standing by the brookside I saw only the 

 homely world again. Yet it was a strange 

 enough sight. Up at the dam the gate 

 had suddenly been closed, and a dozen 

 three-pound fish, on their way up to 



spawn, had been marooned in the shallow 

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