Flight

There was a girl like a summer day fair; men they would flock to see the beauty rare, meet her azure eye, and crave her russet hair and try to woo the fairest of the fair. Every suitor would she deny unless to this he would comply: "Dear sir, climb with me that cliff o'er the see; if my request you will mind then together we shall find if I am for you and you are for me. Tomorrow, sir, o'er the sea." By dawn's soft light would they meet and with a question would she greet: "Suitor, suitor oh what say you: If I should jump, what would you do?" And as she spoke the beauty fair set heels on turf and toes on air. And the suitor he would utter a sound of fear. And the suitor he would say as he drew her near: "Fairest, fairest, I would catch you. Fairest, fairest, I would save you." In reply, she would whisper "Nay," and send the suitor far away. Dawn after dawn, unsatisfied, the poor fair girl, inside she died. Then one bright morn suitor came who smiled to her and spoke her name. The sound of it made her sigh and lit a spark in her eye. She said: "You bring me joy! Oh, what say you: if I should jump, what would you do?" And he: "Dearest, dearest, you make my heart fly; if you should jump, then so too shall I." And she: "In your reply I delight for you, dear sir, have answered right." There was a girl like summer day fair who found her love on the cliff o'er there. The man she chose not by his might, but by his choice to join her flight.