The White Witch
Her body is a dancing joy, a delicate delight,
Her hair a silver glamour in a net of golden light.
Her hair a silver glamour in a net of golden light.
Her face is like the faces that a dreamer sometimes meets,
A face that Leonardo would have followed through the streets.
A face that Leonardo would have followed through the streets.
Her eyelids are like clouds that spread white wings across blue skies,
Like shadows in still water are the sorrows in her eyes.
Like shadows in still water are the sorrows in her eyes.
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