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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.
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