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<h2>THE PINE LADY</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <ANTIMG style="float: left; height: 100px;" src="images/il007.jpg" alt="O" />  have you seen the Pine Lady, Or heard her how she sings? Have you heard her play Your soul away On a harp with moonbeam strings? In a palace all of the night-black pine She hides like a queen all day, Till a moonbeam knocks On her secret tree, And she opens her door With a silver key, While the village clocks Are striking bed Nine times sleepily. </div> <div class="stanza"> O come and hear the Pine Lady Up in the haunted wood! The stars are rising, the moths are flitting, The owls are calling, [Pg 76] The dew is falling; And, high in the boughs Of her haunted house, The moon and she are sitting. </div> <div class="stanza"> Out on the moor the night-jar drones Rough-throated love, The beetle comes With his sudden drums, And many a silent unseen thing Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing; While there above, In a palace builded of needles and cones, The pine is telling the moon her love, Telling her love on the moonbeam strings— O have you seen the Pine Lady, Or heard her how she sings? </div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/il017.jpg" alt="Decorative chapter end" /></div> <hr class="chap" /> [Pg 77] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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