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So afar and tall are you to me,
For you are from shining mountains,
Higher than the clouds, your brow,
Darker than the heavens, your hair.
So small and fey am I to you,
For I am but lone whisper in glens,
Slight as one firefly on the moors
And my reflection but a tiny glow.
ย ย ย ย Only to spark at edge of pools dark,
ย ย ย ย Only to fly when in harnessing arms.
I crossed a bridge to be with you,
The streams slipping times away,
Beneath my girlhood, all in a rush,
Then I entered the deepest wood.
So small and wan was I to you,
For you are from snowy mountains
And I am from rain-watery glens,
For you are portrait and I bokeh.
ย ย ย ย One day the woods engulfed me strong,
ย ย ย ย One night the bridge I crossed was gone.
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