The Epic Of Lucy's Summary

Epic

(I) In the placid shallows,

of a stormy, lonely lake;

Yew trees stand forlorn

weaving fearful shadows in their wake.

Young Lucy glitters in the moonlight dim,

she calls the woodland creatures forth;

Some come dragging, lost in a pall of gloom,

Others skitter in their momentary mirth.

Lucy tells tales in the twilight

And many a roll of laughter rack

the animals; Yet oft they

wipe their tears, and trudge home back.

The girl of the lagoon often sings songs,

and charms the sleepy bees,

She sings when the birds are born

And oft sings their final lullabies.

Today something was different though,

Lucy resolved to tell the chronicle of her life;

Excluding that part about embroidered doilies,

She wove a tale