racks and the water rises high and has crests of white foam.
But the line at the horizon looks still the same.
Then the princess in her white gown opens a door high up in the tall castle and comes out under the turret. She comes forward to the railing and leans upon it with her fair chin resting in her hand.
I see her there across a long stretch of dark water, her white frock gleaming in the pale light—so high up and all—and a multitude of thoughts come upon me.
The princess looks at the thin line of sky opposite her, and looks so steadfastly that I turn my eyes from her and look there also.
And now there are manifold scenes there.
There is a scene of a knight going forth to do battle, with his black charger and his shining steel armor. And he wears
