Sternly she did in twilight drift
High of hopes and steps so swift
For sunset gave a sight so fine
Far beyond near many a pine
Through valleys she did surely tread
Cowled by darkening shimmer light
She found her way into the night
Past hill and rocky riverbed
Now one last time she set her mind
Onto her hamlet far behind
Before in woods she slowly faded
And into oblivion she waded
I wonder. Triggered/ inspired by Keats or Tolkien?
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