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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry.  1920.
 
Alfred Noyes. 1880–
 
116. Sherwood
 
SHERWOOD in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? 
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake; 
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn, 
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn. 
  
Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves         5
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves, 
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away, 
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 
  
Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June: 
All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon;  10
Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist 
Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst. 
  
Merry, merry England is waking as of old, 
With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold: 
For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray  15
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 
  
Love is in the greenwood building him a house 
Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs; 
Love it in the greenwood: dawn is in the skies; 
And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.  20
  
Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep: 
Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep? 
Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay, 
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 
  
Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,  25
Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould, 
Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red, 
And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed. 
  
Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together 
With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather;  30
The dead are coming back again; the years are rolled away 
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 
  
Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows; 
All the heart of England hid in every rose 
Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,  35
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep? 
  
Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old 
And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold, 
Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep, 
Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?  40
  
Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen 
All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men; 
Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May, 
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day; 
  
Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash  45
Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash; 
The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly; 
And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by. 
  
Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves 
Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves:  50
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away, 
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day. 
 
 
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