To the Sylph
O Sylph of nimble beauty,
Thou dance with glory fair,
Thy face so incandescent,
Is more than I can bear.
Thy Radiance, unfading,
Untouched by ages past,
Thy spirit prompts my making,
To write this song at last.
With Grace, Thy truest sister,
Thou dance with Joy, sublime,
Thou make me now immortal,
I sense no passing time.
Though thy eyes have not seen me,
I think that I shall wait,
Whilst Thou continue dancing,
My love shall not abate.
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