The angle on the mound part 1

Fear me not; was the word spoken to me in the twilight.
I looked to where it came.
Before me on the ground a shadow of a lady fare.
But no one stood above it.
My hand gave to my heart a coming.
My body gave way to fear, but only for a moment.
Then wonder grasped my mind.
Should I speak, no, listen I thought, no, speak.
Is some one there? I muttered.
To the ground I glanced I saw.
Encircled me; the Mound.
Was there; a glowing light and amber mist.
From far my courage came.
I once more muttered.
Who spoke to.
Finish; I could not.
It was the word come back.
Fear me not for I have a message.
Then silence fell again.
To the mound I looked.
With astonished eye.
On the mound what did appear
A lady fare
On her shoulder golden curl
Her face, oh! Her face
So to my knees I dropped
Once more please speak
The message I await.
With eyes so green.
My way she looked.
Her voice so very comb.
The master tell.
Come forth must he.
To the angle on the mound.
With fading breath
Was gone.