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Sun and Shadow:Meetings
She dances in the shadows; like a shadow is her hair.
Her eyes hold midnight captive, like a phantom fell and fair.
While the woodlarks sing the measures that her flying feet retrace
She dances in the shadows like a dream of darkling grace.
He sings in summer's sunlight to the cloudless summer skies;
His head is crowned with sunlight and the heavens match his eyes.
All the wild wood seems to listen to the singer's gladsome voice
He sings in summer's sunlight and all who hear rejoice.
She dances in the shadows, for a doom upon her lies;
That if the sunlight shines upon her the Shadowdancer dies.
And on his line is this curse is laid- that once that day has sped
In sleep like death he lies until once again the night has fled.
One evening in the twilight that is neither day nor night,
The time part bred of shadow, and partly born of light,
A trembling Shadowdancer heard the voice of love and doom
That sang a song of sunlight through the gathering evening gloom.
A spell it cast upon her, and she followed in its wake
To where sun singer sang it, all unheeding, by her lake.
She saw the one that she must love until the day she died-
And bitter tears for bitter loving then Shadowdancer cried.
He saw her, and he loved her, and he knew his love was vain
For he was born of sunlight and must be the shadow's bane.
So e'er the curse could claim him, then, he shed one bitter tear
To know his only love must also be his greatest fear.
So now they meet at twilight, though they only meet to part.
Sad meetings, sadder partings and the breaking of each heart.
What blame them, if they pray for time or death to bring a cure?
For the sake of bitter loving, nonetheless they will endure.
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