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He'll come and he'll say, "Lady,"
And I'll answer him, "My lord,"
And it will be
Beneath this tree,
Twisted in its wood.
"Why leaves here?" he'll ask me,
And he'll touch a strand of hair,
Then he'll brush
The earth and moss
From the gown I wear.
I'll play for him some music,
And he'll choose from flute or harp,
A melody
Of stone and ley,
Playing in the dark.
"Why so long here, maiden?"
And he's answered with a breeze,
The moon will rise
Upon the wise
That dance between the trees.
He'll come and he'll say, "Lady,"
And I"ll answer him, "My love,"
Eternally
With longing need
Burns the faerie blood.
~ (c) J. L. Hilton
And I'll answer him, "My lord,"
And it will be
Beneath this tree,
Twisted in its wood.
"Why leaves here?" he'll ask me,
And he'll touch a strand of hair,
Then he'll brush
The earth and moss
From the gown I wear.
I'll play for him some music,
And he'll choose from flute or harp,
A melody
Of stone and ley,
Playing in the dark.
"Why so long here, maiden?"
And he's answered with a breeze,
The moon will rise
Upon the wise
That dance between the trees.
He'll come and he'll say, "Lady,"
And I"ll answer him, "My love,"
Eternally
With longing need
Burns the faerie blood.
~ (c) J. L. Hilton
A poem I wrote long ago.
© 2011 - 2024 JLHilton
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