The Figure in the Wood

I saw a crouching figure in the wood

Between the tall black lines of reaching trees.

Was it an evil thing or something good?

Its limbs were moonlit grey or lighter hued

At least I think I saw, what no one sees:

I saw a crouching figure in the wood,.

As if I once glimpsed Pan, in playful mood

Or Green Man paled to icy winter's freeze.

Was it an evil thing or something good?

I thought it had no clothing, crouching nude.

Had I drained witch's potion to the lees?

I saw a crouching figure in the wood.

I'd call it fair folk were I sure I should;

I'd call it devil if it sought to seize.

Was it an evil thing or something good?

I cannot make a judgement, if I could,

I'd know whereto it vanished as it flees.

I saw a crouching figure in the wood.

Was it an evil thing or something good?