Ghazal for Briseis Lizzie Van Buren, '22 Down in the dream-fields, a gentle monarch flew by Though the skeptics may qualm, I knew it was you by. Your gossamer wings brushed my face like a night's kiss, Your eyes mist, a mirage; Heaven a blue sigh. By A hundred thousand lights there shone a great white bliss You lit me the way back as the morning drew by. Our paths diverged in the woods beside. My Earth Home Before me once more, again I watched you die. By Now they call me Lizzie. In your eyes I am but That long-lost, loyal name that I once loved you by.