THE DRYAD QUEEN
THE DRYAD QUEEN I bathe my brow in lakes of scent and gaze on maids who glide from oaks to serve the queen in rites most blest. Their veils of lace coil round my feet A globe wings love; it bears me to light where the grand court signs a chaste faun with sweet gold sap shed by wood kings. The mystic... Sign in to see full entry.