Duchess: That long, still-sweetening memory: As my army defined
Itself and gathered round me mottled and sieve-
Like as a mackerel sky, I took you to my castle, mine;
I led you...; my archers womanned the walls, my slaves
The elves sang, as you touched the folds of my skin; oh,
All this I remember now like yesterday...
Moonlight: I loved you, when I first saw you through the bowed
Branches as you slept and I thought, "just to lay
Alongside you!" I loved the way your skin scent,
Like ferns in the summer forest, soothed my shrill
Voices, urging, uncommitted; so I went,
I go, among night skies looking for the will
To stop, rest; I felt that in your arms.
Duchess: So come, love, come, and let me kiss away your storms...