Faery versing
Moonglade over the Tree of Life -
Can it get any worse?..
Looking at it from far afar
In sorrow and remorse.
The branches shine in the silver light
And whisper with the leaves;
And yet one branch is dark in bright -
That's of the one who leaves.
Looking at it from far afar,
All morrow-like remote
Now follows he the calling star
And leaves a nought:
The old he knew,
The new he knows;
His nose can smell the morning dew;
I know, he says. Ah, no: I blew it.
But maybe - maybe - I will knew...
