They say the cliffs are haunted by a solemn, lonely cry,
and I have seen the doves and gulls dance aching lullabies.
Upon the shattered Autumn winds leap echoed, searing sighs,
and when the moon has glazed her eye from depths slips Loreley.

She combs her hair --- Rhine-gold spun light, sings torn flame siren songs.
The winking gleam of dew-drop lace seeps from her crown of thorns.
her face is Youth wed with crook'd Age, and pain for heart-rent wrongs
she's cast upon poor sailors who for Loreley did long.

From depths she spins eternal cries and Loreley does long.

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Size: 13 x 29 inches
Medium: Watercolor
©2001, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law