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  MY FRIEND AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN.

Fairy girl, fair of face,
Lithe of limb and full of grace,
heart of gold and mind to match,
 Truly you'd be such a catch...
Fishermen would not be able
To stretch their arms to tell the fable.
Flattery works every time,
Or so I've heard in other rhymes...
Did I dream your Autumn sighs,
Rubbing sleep sand from my eyes,
Yawning at the slanting sunrise,
Counting all the passing Magpies.

Pixie girl, light with laughter,
your the first, there's no-one after,
For a fault I'd wish it such
 To fail by loving you too much.
At least this way I still desire
Burnt away within the fire,
And phoenix-like to rise again
 Intensity is joy and pain,
And in the middle simply numb,
Ticking off the days to come,
Alive but cold and all at sea,
Two in one, to summon three.

Elfin girl, far away,
In my twilight stay you'll stay,
And be my muse, fan the fire,
Elemental with desire,
And if you choose to walk away,
I hang my head and damn the day,
But still I'll keep your graven image,
Never will this urge diminish,
In thirty years that I've been searching,
 your the best, a magic urchin,
Shaped from dirt and gilded gold
It's true I simply love your soul.