I saw you and I named a flower <br />That lights with blue a woodland space, <br />I named a bird of the red hour <br />And a hidden fairy place. <br /> <br />And then I saw you not, and knew <br />Dead leaves were whirling down the mist, <br />And something lost was crying through - <br />An evening of amethyst.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sylph/
