Dryad Perfume

A playful woodlands frolic of Balsam poplar, Larch, Kukicha twig tea, Pondorosa bark, Australian sandalwood, Wet moss, Violet leaf, Lily of the Valley, and Vanilla grass. Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines,Where the untroubled, glimmering waters are,And sunlight seldom shines. Elusive shadows linger shyly here,And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom,And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear In the pool's lucent gloom. Here Pan might pipe, or wandering dryad kneel To view her loveliness beside the brim,Or laughing wood-nymphs from the byways steal To dance around its rim.'Tis such a witching spot as might beseem A seeker for young friendship's trysting place,Or lover yielding to the immortal dream Of one beloved face.- Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Wood Pool Art: Wood Nymph by Charles Marion Russell, 1898