Angelique Kelly, The Dryad (PEOPLE 2025)

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"Surely her feet a moment rested here! Staying her hand upon a pliant branch, She paused, she listened, and then glided on Half--turned in lovely fear; And her young shoulder shone Like moonbeams that wet sands, foam--bordered, blanch, A sight to stay the beating of the breast! Alas, but mortal eyes may never know That beauty. Hark, what bird above his nest So rapturously sings? Ah, thou wilt tell, Thou perfect flower, whither her footsteps go, And all her thoughts, pure flower, for thou know'st well" Robert Laurence Binyon

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