To The Hidden

Without a nimble corpse, to cross the narrow river with. A child I see resist the urge to play with staffs and Styx. I resist the urge to be found out myself. Out in the open a source I offer to them all. To be hidden. Inside them all except for. To isolate them all away from me. Lest they consult among'st a mystery. I have had experience being locked within the jar. Must my crown, I am and more than simple beautiful. I've had to hide myself covered in only you. The grass and islands cover more than you. The open-source of one that you hold dear.