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    dots Submission Name: That Maid Of The Mountaindots
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    Author: Frank Maguire
    ASL Info:    52 / UK
    Elite Ratio:    2.26 - 1727/1248/246
    Words: 377
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    I saw her that morning, oh how I remember
    As she walked through the heather, o’er meadow of green
    The flowers did bow, and the birds were all singing
    For that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

    The sunlight reflected, her grace and her splendor
    The form of her beauty, a wonder to see
    And I lost my heart, to that maid of the mountain
    A love that was born, and forever to be

    I called from the hill, on the wind that was blowing
    A wind that had traveled, o’er land and o’er sea
    I prayed beyond hope, for that maid of the mountain
    To hear the wind calling, and turn round to me

    In the beat of a heart, in a moment so fleeting
    She turned and her gaze, met the love from my eye
    That moment was frozen, forever in my memory
    And remained in my heart, till the day that I died

    As I ran from the hill, to be near to that maiden
    I found myself walking, where I wanted to be
    But no flowers did bow, and the birds were not singing
    That maid of the mountain, had gone far from me

    Can true love be so strong, can true love last forever
    Can it grow in the heart, to a love never been
    Or will it just fade, to become but a memory
    Of that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

    The years they rolled on, my steps were less fleeting
    My hair turned to silver, my eyes could not see
    But true love kept me young, and my heart was still beating
    For that maid of the mountain, who I loved endlessly

    As I lay on my bed, when death it came calling
    Although I was blind, in one moment I seen
    That true love is so strong, and true love lasts forever
    That maid of the mountain, she still was my queen

    Now I pass from this world, to the land of forever
    I find myself walking, where I prayed I would be
    Yes the flowers they bow, and the birds are all singing
    That maid of the mountain, is coming to me




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    ||| Comments |||
      Frank! This is beautiful! You know how fond I am of mountains. :) I love how the poem ends in death (however morbid that sounds) it isn't a sad death, but a triumphant one. What a novel idea that my favorite poet has spun into that last stanza.
    | Posted on 2009-08-12 00:00:00 | by The Conqueror | [ Reply to This ]
      Absolutely delightful and profound love poem! I think that all of mankind in their fantacy seek the "Maid Of The Mountain", the perfect enchantress! Aaaah, and what is yet to be revealed in the mists just below the crests of the highest mountains?!

    Great work and a great read!
    | Posted on 2009-07-31 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]
      The power of love reaches beyond all boundaries, and you have shown that so well here. (and in many other poems you've written!)
    I believe I am fully reformed, and have come to believe in the famed and fabled true love that you have been writing about in most of your poems posted here.
    I can now read your words without doubt that such bonding of hearts is not only found in prose or fantasy, but in true life experience.

    May the flowers bow to you and your maid as the birds serenade your joyous meeting.

    | Posted on 2009-07-22 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]


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