Poetry: Fleetfoot, lengthened

After writing my poem that I posted on here awhile ago (Little Fleetfoot), I decided I wanted to set it to music. Well, then I decided that a three-verse poem is a bit too short to be set to music, so I picked up my pen and started re-writing it and adding more on to it. I personally prefer this version to the first one. It works set to the tune of Greensleeves, but I am working on creating my very own tune that will fit it. 

O, little Fleetfoot,

how fast you run

faster then the autumn breeze 

fleeter than the rising sun,

O wilder than the eagle's cries

O little Fleetfoot,

how you leap!

Wilderness reflected in your eyes

you are a treasure it wants to keep

fleetfoot, how you leap!

You are a spirit of the meadow

a daughter of the trees,

you dance so lightly,

step with ease.

O spirit of the meadow,

O daughter of the trees.

When the light of day is nearly gone

and the light of dusk

comes sweetly in

and sunset colors run away

before the gaping moon.

Now dance your light-stepped dance

chase after the call of the loon

watch as silver mist fills 

that valley where you prance.

O spirit of the meadow,

O daughter of the trees,

let me enter your silver night

I beg you, oh please!

O daughter of the trees.

Hunt you I might,

but I dare not tonight

for the moon now is full

and the wild your domain.

Let me come into 

this misty-silver night with you

under moon-beam bright

under gentle starlight.

Let me join 

in your wild dance

join in your graceful prance.

In this mist filled valley,

let me run across 

the dew-wet grass.

Let's race to the highest peak

the one that I always seek.

I want to look with you

into the mirror surface

of that sweet river.

But the cold night makes me shiver

I am not as wild as you are.

Still, though, I want to come

following the breeze's hum.

But you are skittish

and you are shy

and would run away

if I simply said "hi"

If only you could trust me,

but I have to stay hidden 

behind that tree.

Watching you where you can't see me

'cause if you find that I am there

you'll run away, my fleetfoot.

My Fleetfoot,

my beautiful deer.