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.
