There. Once  was a dancing firelight unto which their  embers burnt ,
bewitching of the evergreens beneath where no one. ever  goes .

  For it was beneath the firelight she  went dancing ,
I know not how or when ,
or how long she stayed.,  for above it I heard  the Sylphs singing ,
their songs again and again .

Or dancing spirits i could not say
their form I could not tell ,
but she looked at them with piecing eyes ,
above the moonlit knell .

But if phantom bells don’t haunt me ,
as her winds sailed ever near,
a melody I heard you singing ,
were as sweet as lavender .

Oh these wretched wounds were borrowed she wore them like a trinket
on her ear ,yet                                                             ­                             when she turned to look at me her countenance disappeared.
Her brow and cheeks looked farrowed ,
her eyes gave out a stare ,
she took me back a moment ,
then  looked at me as if I wasn’t there .
Then turned away ,
as the fire slowly died ,
she took a stick to poke it ,
then looked into my eyes .

But somehow she was different ,
the girl I knew so well ,
she touched my touch as We put out the fire ,
as the sun rose ,
behind the trees ,
their naked branches I could not see ,
as the sun gave out its gaze so well .
Then smoke began to choke me as                          
I forgot what I had seen, as she whispered to me ,
“ now let my demons die “
underneath the evergreen.