Oct 312013
Her beauty stirred like mirrored fire,
Like perfection etched in cloudless glass,
Unstained by any but her own desire.

The dew that clung to her when she passed
--Ignorant and beauteous as a summer morn--
Shook rainbows when she wheeled.

Let love come wind his bitter horn
And pierce the bitter heart of my desire,
The bitter dark where my dream is born!

Always I hear amid the battering hooves
Her valorous laughter--echoes on stone worn smooth--
Always I see heedless sparks of her mirrored fire.

Night winds that set the tree-shadows loose,
Or upon the Old Dutch Bridge echo close,
Wail bleak knowledge the Headless Horseman and I

Ride to one desire.

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