Fluttering forth from weathered page
Two princely elves of youth long gone
Bade me aboard to join their play
On emerald-studded silver swan

And of the elves I lately see
Beneath laurel shrub and alder tree:
Did they forever frolic here
Or did that swan ship follow me?

by Dorothea Barth ©2012

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