A Maiden's Lament

Four maidens dancing o’er the lea
beneath the moon and silver tree
came singing sweet a wild lament,
“We’ll follow where our dear lads went.

They sailed beyond the broad lagoon
and promised they’ld be home by June,
but now the frost and silver gleam
in frozen hope and broken dream.

They said they’ld bring us crocks of gold,
and we’ld be wed before the cold,
and snug we’ld be by hearth and fire
when Winter came in white attire.

The butterfly which soared and spun
would crumple when its’ day was done,
while we poor fools went dancing on
not knowing that our time was gone.

So now we dance in bridal train
with wreaths of frost and wild refrain.
We’ll follow where out true loves led
and sleep tonight in marriage bed.”

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