She's the shadow of a shadow,

She's the smile upon a face,

She's tantalising, like music,

Released from time and space.

 

Her image is a mirror,

Of glance and glimpse and gleam,

On St Agnes Eve pursuing

Her remnants of a dream.

 

I track her down the by-ways

Of yearning and despair

But at the sound of foot-fall

She'll vanish in thin air.

 

But in the ways of poets

Such images of air

Take on a Mighty Working,

Ethereal and rare.