The forest dances at midnights touch. Another work in pencils.
Calls the wind and blows all nature her kiss
Wakes the trees into a twirling bliss
Lamps are lit and clear the foggy mist
At moonlight’s touch
Cherrywood is springing gaily now
Willow shakes and laughs aloud
While solemn oak just waves her sturdy boughs
At moonlight’s touch
Out comes the piper fairy to their wake
Their limbs to revive, their leaves to quake
While merriment reigns silver on the glassy lake
"The forest dances at midnights touch". (El bosque baila al toque de la medianoche). Otra obra en lapiz.
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