A Wanderer's Tale

A forest sprite, I've passed by
On my way through the morning.
Where golden drops and honeydew
Kiss the jovial Dawn.

And whispered songs of honey sweet
Tell of secret eyes over lives passed
Under the Aspen tree.

The meadowlark and mockingbird
Hold love's mystery in their breast, 
And this is where the forest sprite 
Was dancing beneath their willowy refrain.  

I've passed by a forest sprite,
But only caught a glimpse;
And saw Beauty tell of Lovers'
Quarrels,
Secret passings,
And embrace.

Where golden heart and soul's content
Kiss to meet the Dawn.

-Supposedly written by A Dancer of the Meadow