There in the Grass She Gently Lay
There in the grass she gently layGrazing her fingers through.Alone the maid each passing day;Her island no one knew. Therein beside the Springs of Brin,The quiet waters soothe,And wind moves to caress her skin,tender, pale, and smooth. Above and around, surrounding herWatchful giants’ arms;Seemingly safe, seemingly secureThey never cause her harm. Sprawled there on unfounded …