Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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A FOREST NIGHT
It fell to a woman, wayfaring
In a lone forest, a lion came that way,
Laying his paw upon her heart.
Soft from that heart below
She sang to him night long:
He cannot do her wrong
Such sounds to his nostrils blow.
In a lone forest, a lion came that way,
Laying his paw upon her heart.
Soft from that heart below
She sang to him night long:
He cannot do her wrong
Such sounds to his nostrils blow.
Forever, forever I must sing,
Forever and with mortality at bay,
Must not grow weary or start—
Things that I do not know
Driven to me in song,
Stories the graves among,
Strange words in a spell that flow.
Forever and with mortality at bay,
Must not grow weary or start—
Things that I do not know
Driven to me in song,
Stories the graves among,
Strange words in a spell that flow.
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