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.

She carries 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.