When through the violet pool I look,
To see what Fate may show,
Your smiling face still haunts my thoughts
Of worlds from long ago,
When you and I stood here, amidst
Each dappled glade and grove,
And in your hair a flower shone
Through hazy mists of mauve.
And all around your slender form
The trees in silence stood,
And murmured long your elvish name,
A name so pure and good –
A name as old as Time itself,
Yet bright as sparkling streams.
And in your eyes I saw a world
I visit still in dreams –
A noble world of elvish grace,
Where you no longer are.
And only night birds see my tears
Beneath each silent star,
Like dewdrops on the ruffled grass,
Like pearls upon the flowers,
As I among the woodlands sit
Through many starlit hours,
‘Ere morning calls me back once more
To mortal lands and time.
And then I leave this other world
Of memories sublime.
But still I see your smiling face
Within the lucent pool,
And so I stroke its surface bright,
And feel its ripples cool
Embrace my slender fingers ‘ere
Your image fades and dies,
To leave me gazing through the blue
Reflection of the skies.
Yet though beyond me you have passed,
From my world you have gone,
With elvish charm, Elvina, still
You are my lovely one.