(Poem #297 on new numbering scheme)
Three simple songs were sung among the faces going by. I knew these songs in passing, then, though all the years did fly.
A song of patient worrying came first, a princess true. The second song had deep kindness, but understandings, few.
The third song had the boldest heart, but passions rather wild. These songs departed. But today, a song returned... and smiled.
– three quatrains in ballad meter. This poem is not just a hallucination or metaphor, unlike as is the normal case with most of my poetry. Rather, it has a fairly important and specific subtext, which will make the meaning quite clear.