Oh, How well 
I remember the day 
Encircled by trees 
I was Grabbing 
Boughs and whispering fays 
Forced to walk on their elfin pathways 
Until they led me to a fount at last 
I watched into the starlit water 
And the lights began to whirl around 
Weird eyes glared at me 
My mind sabk into the fount 
Dark it was there on the ground 
But bright and graceful was the light 
Of the dancing water sprites 
Mute voices sang their songs profound 
Tunes frail as their wavy guise 
Enswathed me like a silken shine 
A glance on the flight of time 
To distant realms and stars 
Low laid the land of mine 
And their everlasting scars 
In the deepest depth there was fire and source entwined 
In days of yore and before 
It burned and flowed in our mind 
With eyes on the wings of time 
I saw the flames increase 
The fount fell down into lethe 
And within the silken shine 
Again I heard the singing fays 
Through the mist of time 
There is no believe 
Frail is the 
Pathway of dreams 
For all is drowned in chants of lethe 
Aye, I will remember the day 
Encircled by 
Trees I was 
Grabbing Boughs and whispering fays 
Forced to walk on their elfin path ways 
Here I saw how the days would last