Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

Full in my dreams a bride that I have seen,
Time's child, enchanted apparition fair;
For she was dressed in dress of orchard green,
And heaped in mounds her shadowing grey hair;
And on the lids small, rigid lines of care,
As in the darksome kingdom she had been;
But now had risen to the skyey air,
And in the taintless sunshine breathed serene.
Whence she has come I know—ah, Enna's cave,
Sharp crevice in the mountain!—but her face
Carries long-prisoned memories to the dew.
Time, since you had no happiness to grave
On those dark lids, power may be given you
Your long, slow-biting labour to erase!