A Mythical Riddle

Losing my head
and laughing it off,
not really dead,
though you may scoff.
Come seek me hence
a year has passed
and try your sense,
honored outcast.
You may well kiss
my lovely wife,
but be remiss
and lose your life.
Gifts I will give
of Nature’s troves
and you may live
beyond my groves.

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