hannah.

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:

“Come to me now thus, Goddess, and release me

From distress and pain; and all my distracted

Heart would seek, do thou, once again fulfilling,

“I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful- a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.”

‘Her tender touch was all but a dream;

Unfurl sweet rosebud, holding morning dew,

By night the rose is gilded by frost’s gleam

‘Like to a painted map the landscape lies

And wild above shine the cloud-thronged skies

The flying clouds urged on in swiftest pace

Like living things as if they runned a race’

"And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;"