“I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.”

La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad by John Keats

I filled the slow, pre-employment days after grad school with poetry memorization. On our walk home from our neighborhood playground, Winnie exclaimed “the woods so pretty, Mommy.” As she cupped the streaming sunlight, I was reminded of this lovely prose; squirreled away so long ago.