As nymph loved in youth not only in my mind,
white cotton lace in retrospect
I trimmed to golden leaf -
Years passage, thoughts forgotten, left to mark and kind
Not so this course of summer
but to setting love as loves belief; pure
as the dew of morning, softer than words
spoken to a bloom -
With all the world my orphanage, with all
the world as my very own. So, it was I loved
you then as any bee does love
the blossom new, and you loved as the blossom did
the warmth of summers air, sweet honey
at the threshold of a royal's throne -
with lace and hair entwined pulling as freedom
pulls the youthful heart.
Imparting still life reflections
passed by on such a thoughtfilled day,
dreaming in the nymph like pleasures
of a summer that too
quickly slipped away....
painting by Anders Zorn - A Woman Dressing..