Black behind her as streaming hair
Hath the maid of elves.
Walk into her outstretched arms; and she will lead you where
Trees bow and rocks delve.
Glist'ning moonlight cups her face--
Graceful as a swan.
As the sun keeps its pace;
Cometh the beginning of dawn.
"Oh elf maid," I cry out,
"Walk by my again!"
But her head shakes as I shout,
"Doth love bring so much pain?"
Quiet is this night;
'Neath tall trees.
The moon gives much light--
Listen to humming humble bees.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers in the Night
PoetryPoems of elves and magic. Hush! and follow me. Do you dare? Will you see? Ice as mountains, Crystal fountains And magic all around. Read this and be bound Tightly to the words. Magic may fly out, as well as magic birds.
