Memory's Source from Upland Life by Galdorcraft

A lassie is sitting at eventide,
Scanning the stream that shimmers,
And in the depths where the waters glide
The woodís dark reflection glimmers.
She stares and stares with a wistful smile
As though she felt something lacking;
But blithely, embraced by lush banks meanwhile,
The current flows on neíer slacking.
Thus oft sheíd sit as a guileless child,
Deep down see a phantom shaded:
A stripling who beckoned her, softly smiled,
The vision had long since faded.
Ah, now sheís grown up, and however fain
Her thoughts to go childward yearning,
He never, never comes back again,
His vision no more returning.
Yet often sheíll sit by the streamletís verge,
Cheeks all bedewed with her crying;
On glides the currentís soft rippling surge,
Scarce ruffled by duskís mild sighing.
And then the moon casts an eerie light
Down from the arched vault yonder;
She stares in the wave and she thinks she might
Still see that phantom there wander!

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