The Bruin had taken to wandering
Restive - silently pondering
The Boy felt it too - uneasy he grew
Long days of childhood were ending
A change in the season was silently creeping
Bruin and Boy awakening - seeking
Hidden things - near yet just out of view
The irresistible call of the new
Quiet was the Forest Grim
The Boy - all had abandoned him
The Smith was early on his way
Where the Bruin - who could say
Then rushing down the woodland track
A carriage drove in urgent haste
The Coachman eager to get back
Before night fell upon the place
The ponies sweated as they ran
The carriage swayed and the Coachman
Made to pass the Forge clear by
But then a crack and then a cry
As the Hitching Bolt was sheared
And the ponies disappeared
The Coachman halts the coach and then
Runs down the track after them
Now the silent carriage waits
And the Boy hesitates
Steps up to the carriage door
To open it - but before
He can do aught her within
Has disembarked and in doing
Stuns the Boy - his features freeze
At the sight of Eloise
She smiles with eyes downcast and he
Invites her in to take her ease
Within the Forge and that is how
He came to wait on Eloise
She spoke but little yet she smiled
He was eager - glad to please
Within the Forge and that is how
First he loved fair Eloise
All this passed and more before
The Coachman knocked upon the door
And conducted Eloise
To the carriage as before
The boy stoked up the flames and forged
The Hitching Bolt and its parts
Before he knew it she was gone
But memories were writ on hearts
The Boy slept not until morning light
Then he succumbed to sweet sleep in spite
Of thoughts questing further than ever he'd seen
His heart fixed on places that never he'd been
Sudden the Forge in the Forest Grim
Was no longer world enough for him
A wider horizon than ever he knew
Had suddenly hove into view
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