To An Isle In The Water

The poem

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.