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The Lady
The lady through forest and glade she came.
Her occult knowledge of seasons and signs from the sun
Would confuse most living men,
Instilling the strangest fear now and then,
And wandering darkly one night
Through the dampened forest, devoid of sight,
She could be found quite often,
Initially cold but soon softened,
She could take you along to walk beside her,
Flowing through groves of ash or fir,
And wade in silence, taking the air,
And comment on the scent, sweet and fair,
Of the pine or spruce, and hearing a bird,
Would explain from some book in which she heard
About this animal - or was it another?
It did not matter, walking under cover.
She did not care for fact or detail,
But pursued beauty even in wind and hail,
Looking only for the sounds, the smell - ah! The smell!
Such magnificence I never could tell.
But she could, without any utterance
the depth, the feeling, the filling substance,
Of the land which surrounded us we never saw.
No winter frost, no mid-spring thaw.
No! We could not see for we were blind
To the wonders around of every kind.
Looking inward we saw very limited,
But the lady, with a special talent gifted,
Saw life simply and in the land beauty,
In the one who killed her: none of the cruelty.
I like this today. KS
I like this today.
KS
thank you!
thank you!