The Fair Ones

The Fair Ones

There was a man who fell in love.

They called him fool, who saw him love

The fair ones of the Bright Above.

His first love was an autumn maid

With scarlet hair and eyes of jade.

Her skin was lovely, warm, and made

Him tremble when they touched and kissed.

Autumn left, though, as a mist,

Slipping through a trembling fist.

He loved again, a maid like snow

Whose eyes were dark yet still would glow.

But of her soul, he could not know;

His maid left him, again, alone.

Once more, he fell; this time, for spring.

But though she was a pretty thing

He could not hear how she would sing.

His final love was more than fair,

With bright gold sunshine in her hair.

They danced, and laughed, and spoke with care

And loved each other more than light.

But when she left their wondrous life

Behind her, all his life was night.

There was a man who fell in love.

They called him fool, who saw him love

The fair ones of the Bright Above.