She is still a monumental beauty a transfixed image sealed in the field of my memory. I venture there often to play and watch. This cool evening She was by the swing possessing a pale face. I watched her dwell in sadness for a time till she realised a dear friend was watching her poor countenance. She called out, my lover, my lover. come here and swing me soft. Allow a movement into my still state. I drew near unable to resist her call for she charms my soul whatever theme it may be.