Echo
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They left no footprints, broke no twig or frond,
Dropped not one sequined scarf, no button gold;
No ripple broke the surface of some pond,
No breeze blew threw the wood with bitter cold.
Without one word, they vanished in the night,
The bearers of the Ring, on horses fay,
With wings no mortal saw they took to flight,
The rooster chased the lingering last away.
"Back to the Isle," we said. The rest agreed.
We will not see them in this world again.
The magic that they tamed has all been freed,
And leaves but echoes here for mortal men.
	Yet to this faerie circle come I still;
	Electra weeping in the Hollow Hill.

5/11/98