Angel

 

 

Pretty young thing

Of spriteful delight

Right to form a ring

Of trees of green serene

Blown swirling leaves sing

Nymph forest woman bring

Fire from north to warm

This heart waiting

Lasting the storm outside

Inside mixed up tossed torn

Mine the eyes that shine

Glisten tear christened alive

Knowing no finer beauty

In spirit body and mind

Than this maiden

From the land of pine