The Sylph Poem by Francis Ledwidge
The Sylph
Rating: ★2.8
I saw you and I named a flower
That lights with blue a woodland space,
I named a bird of the red hour
And a hidden fairy place.
And then I saw you not, and knew
Dead leaves were whirling down the mist,
And something lost was crying through -
An evening of amethyst.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy,flower,leaves
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