Her Secret Society

From a land of morning calm far across the deep sea
In a crystal palace shining like the North Star in the night sky,

She selects her own society
Then shuts the door;
Into her delightful variety
Intrude nevermore.

She hears a galloping stopping
At the ancient stable of Artemis;
Still, a kingly hunter is bowing
To her Sovereign Grace.

I know her from the land that is no longer a land
when she was a changeling abandoned in the wood                                                                   with streams of her sorrow gushing out of her eyes                                                                    So don’t let me see her drown in the sea of sadness – evermore.

 

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