I Am Not Obsessed

Nope. Not at all. Not eeeeeven in the slightest, tiniest little bit. Uh-uh.

A Song of Sherwood
By Alfred Noyes

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
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,
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
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 is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies,
And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

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,
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.
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 his in every rose
Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,
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?

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
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,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. dododododododododo says:

    Your obsessed -__- Face it, you wanna marry the dude that plays Robin XD

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    1. AnnaEstelle says:

      …hate to burst your bubble, there, genius, but Jonas Armstrong is 31 years old. I’m SO not marrying a guy who’s fourteen years older than me. That’s just weird. *rolls eyes*

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    2. Netya Taethiel says:

      Lol! It’s not that bad, Anna… I know a couple that got married a couple years ago – the girl was 21 and the guy was 31. 14 years is only a little more than that ;) …not that I’m suggesting you marry him…O_O But it’s not THAT completely weird… just a little…

      *cough* And you are too obsessed. It scares me. O_O

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      1. AnnaEstelle says:

        There’s a couple in our church where the wife is 12 years older than the husband…=P Hehehe. So it really isn’t too weird. But still. I am SURE a famous British actor like him is already spoken for…*grins at you* And I’ll refrain from mentioning you and a certain Guy of Gisborne I know of…*ahemmmm* =# =# =#

        *halo* …*evil grin* =#

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      2. Netya Taethiel says:

        …and I shall not deign to reply to that…

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        1. AnnaEstelle says:

          *eviler grin* Hahahahahaha…>=]

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      3. Netya Taethiel says:

        *rolls eyes*

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  2. Netya Taethiel says:

    *ahem* *gently nudges you* You haven’t written your novel in quite a long time, you know… ;)

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    1. AnnaEstelle says:

      …Agh. Don’t remind me of that thing…*sigh*..=P

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  3. Bessie Lark says:

    It’s my poem!!! :)

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    1. AnnaEstelle says:

      Hehehe =D Yepppp. =)))

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