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by Sleipnir
Of Tanglewood, that gentle Meadow, light and flower'y plain, where first to breathless sight my love appeared, for hours could I sing, to make with pealing voice the forest ring. And in that darkling western hut where spawn the lowly vermin, there from dusk 'til dawn my love and I would hunt. And thus my heart did learn to love, and loving thus, to part with her did fill my heart with sweetest sorrow. For though I knew full well that on the morrow would we meet again, and hunt once more, yet in the time apart my eyes full sore did weep. In days to come I heard her name cried out, as 'pon the southern beach she came to dance the fierce and mighty Rockodile, but dancing not then well, would fall, and while she fallen lay, to there with scant delay and beating heart went I. What I did say I now can scarce recall, confusion reigned, but I do well recall how much it pained and tore my heart when my beloved fair seemed heedless to my lonely, piteous stare. And so, despairing of her love I fell upon the sand at her right foot and well I kissed her dainty shoe. With trembling tone I told to her how lost, bereft, alone I be without her love. Her gentle gaze lay soft upon my brow, and in amaze I heard those words, which in their manner fair did burst my heart with joy and banish care. And from that night, as well I might I serve my love's desires. In happiness, two lovers blessed by love's devour'ing fires And nevermore shall I be poor, enriched by love's sweet charms. As I do weep with joy to sleep in my beloved's arms <-- Back to Poetry
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