By Mary Carolyn Davies
Dryad, hidden in this tree!
Break your bonds and talk to me!
No one’s watching, only peep
From your cave! The town’s asleep!
No one knows I stand here, so
Come! for they will never know!
Tell me what you think of here
When the moon is sharp and clear,
When the clouds are over you,
When the ground is wet with dew.
Dryad, are you happy, say!
Do you like to live this way?
I will keep your secrets well,
I will never, never tell!
Dryad, hidden in our tree,
Come, oh, come and talk to me!
