I Love a Good Quote

[i]So she was turned away
To hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees,
Even their leaves, to haunt the caves of the forest,
To feed her love on melancholy sorrow
Which, sleepless, turned her body to a shade,
First pale and wrinkled, then a thin sheet of air,
Then bones, which some say turned into thin-worn rocks;
And last her voice remained.
Vanished in the forest,
Far from her usual walks on hills and valleys,
She's heard by all who call;
her voice has life.[/i]