Inspiration

I WANDERED in the enchanted wood, And as I wandered there, I sang A song I never understood, Though sweet the music rang. I held a lily white and fair, Its perfume was a song divine, A song like moonlight and clear air, No rose-hued cloud like mine. Beneath pale moon and wind-winged skies My lips were dumb as one drew near, Folded warm wings across my eyes And whispered in my ear. He left a flame-flower in my hand, And bade me sing as heretofore The song I could not understand; But I can sing no more. His secret seals my dumb lips fast, My lily withered 'neath his wing; But now I understand at last The song I used to sing.