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Part 2 of the 3 part series

Updated 09/16/2022
Created 06/21/2012
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demure101
demure101
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Beyond the hills there runs the rippling stream
that talks and chatters like a happy child,
like gladsome laughter, like a wide-eyed dream
of former times when all the world still smiled

and on her banks I saw the slender form
that bowled me over like a man forlorn
and left me standing with my mouth agape,
fair as the morning, from the river borne,

a sharp, incisive image, keen and fleet,
she smiled at me and slid among the trees –
I could but follow, on these awkward feet,
that lovely vision's gracefulness and ease

through fields of flowers, sunny meads and cold
beech woodland where a sudden shaft of sun
struck her fast flying form – along the old
wide river banks she kept me on the run

and when it seemed that I had lost the trail
there'd be a peal of laughter, light and low,
a compass point, a road sign: she would hail
me wordlessly, and then again she'd show

a certain indication like a string
of long, blonde hair upon a hazel bough
that shed a magic shine on everything –
spellbound I'd follow – somehow – anyhow...

And while my hair grew grey she kept her lure;
she stayed as young and lithe as first I found
her standing on the bank, as wild and pure
as windswept rain in spring, as sweet of sound –

at last I faltered and my feet gave way
and when I woke again, too weak to stand,
there was a strand of elfin hair gone grey,
a weary wedding ring, on my right hand.

Too long ago – the river laughs no more;
the frozen water's silent. Even so,
at times I almost think, in ice and hoar,
I see her slender shape before me go.

Here ends my song – yes, it's been sung
before in better ways; it will be sung again
as long as there's life's highway at your door,
as long as dreams are dreams, and men are men.


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HarryHillHarryHillabout 11 years ago
Lost my comment

liked it

Ashesh9Ashesh9about 11 years ago
Is she a spirit , a figment of infatuated imagination

or an immortal forest nymphet ??!!!

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