WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND TREES WERE OLD
AND ALL THE STREETS WERE PAVED WITH GOLD
AND FAIRIES DANCED IN FOLDED GLEN
FAR FROM THE EYES OF OLDER MEN
THERE I PLAYED TO MY HEART'S DELIGHT
WHERE FLOWERS GREW TO PLEASE MY SIGHT
AND GREEN GRASS BOWED AND LAUGHED WITH ME
WHEN I WAS A CHILD OF ONLY THREE.
ALL THE WORLD WAS ALIVE BACK THEN
WHILE HIGH ABOVE ME SCARY MEN
CALLED AND SHOUTED TO GET THINGS DONE
ERE CAME THE NIGHT AND LOST THE SUN.
AS FOR ME THE GOBBLINS GREW
AND WITCHES LAUGHED ON BROOMS THAT FLEW
AND ME? I LAUGHED TIL TEARS FELL DOWN
AND MADE LITTLE JELLY BEANS ON THE GROUND.
POWERS I HAD, PURE AND CLEAN
I COULD SEE CLEAR INSIDE EVERY DREAM
AND JOY, THERE WAS NO LACK
IN THE FOLDED GLEN JUST OUT BACK
NO ONE BUT ME EVER KNEW
WHERE ALL MY DREAMS, BUT ONE CAME TRUE
CAN YOU GUESS, MUST I CONFESS?
IT WAS HER TWO LIPS I HAD TO KISS
BLINDED I FELL INTO HER EMBRACE
I AWOKE THIS GUILT UPON MY FACE
THERE COULD BE NO GREATER SIN
MY POWERS WERE GONE IN FOLDED GLEN.
SO IN HORRIBLE CONTEMPLATION
FULL OF FEAR AND AGGRAVATION
PERHAPS I WAS LITTLE MORE THAN TEN
BUT I HAD LOST MY FOLDED GLEN
WHERE THE FERNS AND MOSSES GROW
AND THREE STREAMS THREE MADE A BOW
AROUND A KNARLED, CLEVER TREE
NEXT TO IT'S BREAST I HAD TO BE
MANY DAYS AND HOURS THERE
UPON THE GROUND MY TEEN-AGE AUBURN HAIR
AS I WONDERED WHAT THIS LIFE COULD BE
WHEN I HEARD DISTINCTLY
THIS VOICE CALL OUT TO ME
" WHERE IS THE MISS I SAW THEE KISS
AND SOIL MY BED OF FLOWERS?"
THIS IS STRANGE, ME TOOK TO THINK
SO YOUNG ME THOUGHT ON INSANITY'S BRINK
TO WHAT HORRIBLE LEVEL DID I SHRINK
GONE MAD AMONG THESE FLOWERS?
SO I BOWED ME TO THE STREAM
TO GET MYSELF A DRINK
ONE EAR COCKED AND EYE TO SEE
ON ALL FOURS I DID SINK
INTO THE SOFT,MOSSY GROUND
I LAID ME NEAR, MY BODY DOWN
AND NO MOUSE WOULD CONTEMPT
THE CONTROL OF ME
AS IF FROM SOME DREADFUL CAT I HAD TO FLEE.
THEN IN PLAIN SIGHT BEFORE MY VIEW
WHERE RIPPLING STREAMS WERE THREE, NOT TWO
WHERE FLOWERS OF SORT THE MIND CONFOUND
JUST APPEARED A STURDY SOUL UPON THE GROUND
I WILL ADMIT I WAS AMAZED
TRYING TO REMEMBER WHAT WINE
MY LIPS HAD PRAISED
WHEN ALL AT ONCE IN GALLANT GLEE
HE DID A DOUBLE BACK FLIP
BY THREE STREAMS THREE
HE MADE ME LAUGH WHEN HE HIT THE GROUND
JUMPED UP,DUSTED OLD PANTS BROWN
IN WEE LITTLE SHOES WITH BUCKLES GOLD
TEARS FROM MY EYES I COULD NOT HOLD
HE SAID, " YOUR HEART AND SOUL IS TRUE "
WHEN YOU COME HERE I WATCH YOU
AND LISTEN TO THE THOUGHTS THAT YOU THINK,
TIS MORE THAN FROM THREE STREAM'S WATER
THAT WE DRINK!
I GUESS SOMEHOW I REALLY UNDERSTOOD
AS I HUNG ONTO HIS EVERY WORD
AND SINCE HAVE PROVED
NOT ONE PERSON COULD I FIND
TO TELL OF THIS AWESOME PLACE
THEY'D SAY I LOST MY MIND!
SO FOR MANY YEARS I LIVED IN IMMORTAL BLISS
FOR IN A STOLEN MEMORY SHE'D RETURN TO KISS
TO RUSH AND LAY ME GENTLY ON THE GROUND
I WONDERED DEEP AND LONG TO TELL HER
WHAT I HAD FOUND.
IT WAS NOT FAIR FOR HUMAN ALONE
TO KNOW SUCH DELIGHT
AND I JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS WONDERFUL,
AWESOME SITE
AND THERE SHE WAS ALL RADIANT
BEYOND ALL BEAUTY AND RAREST JEWEL DESIGN
SO I PROUDLY, TRUSTINGLY TOOK HER
TO THE SACRED SITE OF MINE.
AYE, I NEVER KNEW THE DARK THAT SHE KNEW
AND THE WEE ONE TRIED TO TELL ME TRUE
BUT I WAS SEDUCED, ERE' COME A TORTURED NIGHT
WHEN I CAME UPON HER FIENDISH GLEE AT MY SITE.
A CIRCLE SHE HAD DRAWN IN STRANGE DESIGN
A GOAT'S HEAD, STRANGE WORDS, A BLOODY VINE
SOMEHOW I KNEW JUST WHAT SHE HAD DONE
THAT RAPED MY WEE ONES AND COVERED O'ER MY SUN
THAT WAS MANY YEARS AGO, NOW GONE
WHEN I WAS SO STUPID, YOUNG AND TWENTY-ONE
AND THAT OLD WITCH SHE DIED A HORRIBLE FATE
AFTER MY WEE ONES SHE KILLED WITH HER HATE
I AM FAITHFUL TO VISIT THREE STREAMS THREE
WHERE GREW THE GIANT OLD KNARLED TREE
AND THERE I FIND THE BEST IN ME
DISPLAYED IN GALLANT PAGENTRY.
ONE LAST TIME I GO TO LAY ME DOWN
MY OLD GREY HAIR UPON THE HALLOWED GROUND
BENEATH THOSE LIMBS
WHERE TRUNKED BREASTS I FIND
THAT NEVER CEASES TO CALM MY RAVAGED MIND
ME THINKS ME HEARS A VOICE OF SWEETEST SOUND
" OLD SOUL," IS THAT YOU I HAVE FOUND?"
THEN COMES TEARS RUSHING UNASHAMED
SO MANY MILLIONS AS THEY CALL MY NAME
" POET, POET, WE'VE COME TO TAKE THEE HOME
TO GOD'S SWEET HAND,
YOU WON OUR IMMORTALITY FROM THIS LAND,
AND THERE SHE STOOD WEEPING BY MY SIDE
THE ONE I KILLED IN STUPID, IGNORANT PRIDE.
"SEE SEE, SAID WEE SOUL,"
SHE'S NO SICKENING ELF
SHE'S THE FEMALE PART OF YOU
SHE CAME TO WIN YOU HERSELF."
" LIKE YOU, SHE LOST HER HEAD
YOUR SOUL IS SOMETHING RARE
AND IF THE TRUTH BE KNOWN
IT WAS YOU WHO SEDUCED HER THERE.
ALL AT ONCE SHE ENTERED ME AND
THE FOREST AND WE WERE ONE
AND WEE SOUL LAUGHED AND FLIPPED AGAIN
AND SAID, " COME POET, LET'S GO HOME".
SO IF YOU PERCHANCE AND LUCKY BE
AND HAPPEN UPON MY THREE STREAMS THREE
LET THIS BE A WARNING TRUE
KEEP WHAT YOU KNOW INSIDE OF YOU.
IF ONLY MEN WOULD LOOK WITHIN
THEY WOULD FIND THEIR FOLDED GLEN.
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