I. I Heard The Forest'S Green Heart Beat As If It Heard The Happy Feet Of One Who Came, Like Young Desire: At Whose Fair Coming Birds And Flowers Sprang Up, And Beauty, Filled With Fire, Touched Lips With Song Amid The Bowers And Love Led On The Dancing Hours. Ii. And Then I Heard A Voice That Rang, And To The Leaves And Blossoms Sang: "My Child Is Life: I Dwell With Truth: I Am The Spirit Glad Of Birth: I Bring To All Things Joy And Youth: I Am The Rapture Of The Earth. Come Look On Me And Know My Worth." Iii. And Then The Woodland Heaved A Sigh, As If It Saw A Shape Go By A Shape Of Sorrow Or Of Dread, That Seemed To Move As Moves A Mist, And Left The Leaves And Flowers Dead, And With Cold Lips My Forehead Kissed, While Phantoms All Around Held Tryst. Iv. And Then I Heard A Voice That Spoke Unto The Fading Beech And Oak: "I Am The Spirit Of Decay, Whose Child Is Death, That Means Relief: I Breathe And All Things Pass Away: I Am Earth'S Glory And Its Grief. Come Look On Me: Thy Time Is Brief."