Under No Enchantment (Sirius edit)

The things a road reversed reveals...Then she turned away from me in her own cave of gold
And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold
Then she turned her face to me and she said with one look
The willow grows ever aslant of the brook
Regardless the shape and the heft of your book
I was a bee and I was alive
But my wings they were strong and they beat for the hive
And anything round me resembling a drone
Just a ricocheted residue of overtone
And this she did say as she leapt o'er the stile
Bridges like this must entirely lack guile