One day she came, so peacefully came, And set down, upon a hill, To look at the valley, the green damp valley, Against her holy lords will. She watched the people, oh! How she watched the people, With all her love, and might; Hoping that one day, she would fall in love, Perhaps, it would be, that night. A man crept from behind her, so quietly behind her, And touched her on the cheek, But she was afraid, for she already knew, That her heart would soon become weak. He smoothed her wings, her beautiful white wings, And kissed her loving hands, “I love you so much” he softly told her, And upon her finger, left a little gold band, “Will you come, so lovingly come, And be my fair and beautiful wife?” She answered in reply, a sweet reply, “What would I do with my life?” “I could not fly… forever more, How would I ever be free?” “I will only love you”, he remarked, and said “If you remove your blessed white wings.” Alas, she loved him; she very much loved him, But could not do what he asked, “I love you too much, but I cannot do, This horrible, horrible task.” Her heart then sank; it sank to the bottom, Of her very soul, She knew that without this wonderful man, Her life would never be whole. And so she left, her dearly beloved, Never again to love, Any other human man, Nor any man from above. So she walked, far away and alone, Never to see him again; And as she flew, she hopelessly flew, From the grief brought on, by men. And as she flew, she flew very high, So that her love would be shown, Hoping that the death, of her own very soul, Would let her love be known. So she called to the sky, the dead black sky, “Please, dear wind… let me fall, To my death, my sweet, sad death, To forever… be forgotten… by all.” She stopped her heart, that very sad day, And her love for him still remains, So be reminded of the sadness, of her long lost love, For her tears, are the cold, and lonely rains.