Wonderment, divine surprise
oft appeared in your grey eyes;
calmly movedst thou along
lured not by the prince’s song.
Long days we spent in childhood bliss
unthinking friends in friendships kiss
when your soft beauty drew his fire
I masked my fear & played the lyre
joy & joyful journeys you
deserved, yet lived to rue
his wild accompaniment and haste,
so die you now, young and chaste.
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