I was just nobody, you know,
And not a little girl at all...
But then—quite sudden—HER torn shawl
Came through the trees; I saw it gleam,
And SHE was near. Just like a dream
She looked at me. Her lovely hair
Was waving, waving everywhere,
And from her shawl—all tattery—
There blew the sweetest scents to me.
I didn't ask her who she was;