1'3 
     
    
   
   
    
     6 
     
    
   
   
    
     A Bridge To The Past 
     
    
   
   
    
     SHE RESTED IN TH E DAMASCL'S 
     
    
   
   
    
     She rested in the Damascus 
     
    

    
     of her own making 
     
    

    
     A falcon peregrine and high 
     
    

    
     above the villagers: 
     
    

    
     watching them from the eye of an elm 
     
    
   
   
    
     Each by each they saw and loved her 
     
     Each as their breast might allow 
     
    
   
   
    
     The first spoke: 110ve you 
     
     Come to me and a hood of mildest doe 
     
     I will give to you 
     
    

    
     She sighed: You do not love 
     
    

    
     You would only have me blind 
     
    
   
   
    
     The second spoke: I love you 
     
     Come to me and a cage with ancient down 
     
     I will give to you 
     
    

    
     She sighed: You do not love 
     
    

    
     You would see me as your prisoner 
     
    
   
   
    
     The third spoke: I love you 
     
     Come to me and forever my boylit games 
     
     I will give to you 
     
    

    
     She sighed: You do not love 
     
    

    
     You would by autumn grow weary 
     
    
   
   
    
     The fourth spoke: I love you 
     
     Come to me and jesses with copper bells 
     
     I will give to you 
     
    

    
     She sighed: You do not love 
     
    

    
     You would better seek an ornament 
     
    
   
   
    
     The fifth spoke: I love you 
     
     Come to me and flesh from roundest quail 
     
     I will give to you 
     
    

    
     She sighed: You do not love 
     
    

    
     You would wish to break my pride 
     
    
   
   
    
     The sixth began to leave 
     
     lntrigued the falcon spoke to him: 
     
     You say nothing and Why? 
     
     He turned and lifted his voice: 
     
     I am not sure that I love you 
     
     for I would never have you come down