Lady in the Rain

Et lors vit entor lui si grant plenté d’oisiaus que tous li airs entor lui en fu couverrs, et estoient plus noir que onques rien qu’eust veue.

Robert de Boron, Perceval

Very heavy rain began to fall before she was seen at dusk above ye crossway or near ye fountain, tall & grey-dressed, blue-grey-eyed & raven-haired.

Sometimes she walked slowly along ye wooden barrier. Sometimes she stood above ye wet grass to look at dim shapes of ye past, perhaps, among ye brown, yellow, dark red fallen leaves.

Sometimes she was not alone.

If someone stared at her for a long time, or dared to follow her, she seemed to mist-shroudedly fade away.

… fall winds & showers, clouds as foams, gloaming haze along ye horizon, rapturous visions of loving kisses above soft-rounded mounds standing out against ye sky as sea, & eyes full of visions …

Outside of Time

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