I spy through the green reeds
Silver sunbeams at dawn
As dew bends the tall weeds
On this fey guarded lawn.
Now back through the swamp grass
Still in search of that pool,
They say shines like green glass,
A pellucid rare jewel.
I’ll wade through the peat bog
Past the ghoul-guarded run,
Not wait till that thick fog
Is displaced by the Sun.
My love I will find her
Dreaming under the sky,
So here I will bind her
When the twilight falls nigh.
Caress her wet tresses
Kiss her pale lips so sweet
To sigh as she blesses
Down under the peat.
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