A Sonnet Of Sadness

O in a wistful dream that stirred the leaves, From shadows emerged an elfin figure, And soft music seemed to float on the breeze! Beside a silvery stream, it lingered For a while, under a most magical moon. It seemed quite young, but somehow strangely old. As I watched it, across the flower-strewn Bank, I sensed a deep melancholy grow. Although summer's sweet fragrance filled the air, I was struck by the absence of warm light. I was made more aware of mortal cares, By this solitary creature in the night. Then something in the trees rustled loudly, And it fled from my sight, oh so swiftly!