The dragonfly glides o’er the moonlit pool
Where will o’wisps adorn the leaf-crowned edge,
And vestiges of ancient, faerie rule
Emerge in grassy clusters. Near the hedge,
Where brambles creep, and poisoned thorns beset
Those paths of man that dare to trace the way
Into that sylvan kingdom, they forget –
The wand’ring youths who dream but cannot say
Unto their love-hurt twin, then left unkissed,
All that their hearts have writ across the sky,
Not knowing no Eve-child can resist
That alien and persistent lullaby.
More lights awake upon the languid dawn
While high above, the dragonfly moves on.
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