In Their Veils Of Soft Morning Blue

Once more they cometh
In their veils of soft morning blue
Singeth dear, and are gone.
Happy are they who see the glint
Of their swift and silvery feet.

Whence came those winsome
Danaides of my dream
With sweet laughter laden,-
In a bright land a cheerful band
Dancing by a mossy stream?

R.J. Lindley
Form- Classicism
1977

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