Casting light and haunting traces, <br />on their limpid eyes in shade, <br />Silhouetting solemn faces, <br />'neath tresses hung, in golden braids <br />A bier, decked with petalled fragrance, <br />grey passed the clouds on muted morn, <br />stilled the birdsong and the breezes, <br />her soul had left with passing dawn <br />Sylphen, ashen, snow white being <br />carried high in measured tread, <br />through the portals of the mystics, <br />following where the priestess led<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dryads-demise/
