This poem is a sonnet and I is dedicatin’ it to Master Aerinbard of the Flame Bearers who is a true gentlehobbit an’ a scholar – ‘e said ‘e very much liked this poem when I read it in the Dragon..
Lady of the Shire
As by the Brandywine I walked one day
Seeking a spot to guile my scaly prey
A grey mist fell. I cannot say from whence
But from it a faint perfume stirred my sense.
Stock still I stood, by cloying scent beguiled
And rippling laughter sweet as any child.
Was that a smile ghosting through the haze?
Then all was gone, alone, left in a daze.
Her flowing hair, a circlet on her brow,
Her flashing eyes which hold me even now!
The fall of elfin footsteps on the shore
Spells dangerous magic, warned of oft in lore.
Yet still I own it is my heart’s desire
To spy once more my Lady of the Shire.
