GUENDOLEN.
Old Ralph, the gray-haired serving man,
Is nodding asleep by his pipe and can;
And Ursula, where the firelight falls,
Tossing the shadows about the walls,
Hears a death-watch tick in the beams above her,
Keeping time to a tune she is thinking over.
A bird within a silver ring
Sits swinging softly to and fro,
Shading his eyes with a crimson wing;
Across the rafters all a-glow
His shadow flits with a motion slow.
Is nodding asleep by his pipe and can;
And Ursula, where the firelight falls,
Tossing the shadows about the walls,
Hears a death-watch tick in the beams above her,
Keeping time to a tune she is thinking over.
A bird within a silver ring
Sits swinging softly to and fro,
Shading his eyes with a crimson wing;
Across the rafters all a-glow
His shadow flits with a motion slow.
