TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER
 
 SHY one, Shy one,
 Shy one of my heart,
 She moves in the firelight
 pensively apart.
 She carries in the dishes,
 And lays them in a row.
 To an isle in the water
 With her would I go.
 With catries in the candles,
 And lights the curtained room,
 Shy in the doorway
 And shy in the gloom;
 And shy as a rabbit,
 Helpful and shy.
 To an isle in the water
 With her would I fly.