THE SYLPH

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.

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