A | Asus4 | A | |
The | jester walked in | the | garden: |
Asus2 | A | |
The | garden had fallen | still; |
Asus2 | A | Asus2 | |
He | bade his soul | rise upw | ard |
D | Asus2 | A | |
And | stand on her | window- | sill. |
D | Dsus2 | D | |
It | rose in a straight | blue gar | ment, |
Asus2 | A | |
When | owls began to | call: |
Asus2 | A | |
It had | grown wise-tongued by | thinking |
D | A | |
Of a | quiet and light foot | fall; |
D5 | D | Dsus2 | |
But the | young queen would | not list | en; |
Asus2 | A | |
She | rose in her pale night- | gown; |
Asus2 | A | Asus2 | |
She | drew in the heavy | case | ment |
D | A | Asus2 A | |
And | pushed the latches | down. |
He bade his heart go to her, |
When the owls called out no more; |
In a red and quivering garment |
It sang to her through the door. |
It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming |
Of a flutter of flower-like hair; |
But she took up her fan from the table |
And waved it off on the air. |
`I have cap and bells,' he pondered, |
`I will send them to her and die'; |
And when the morning whitened |
He left them where she went by. |
She laid them upon her bosom, |
Under a cloud of her hair, |
And her red lips sang them a love-song |
Till stars grew out of the air. |
She opened her door and her window, |
And the heart and soul came through, |
To her right hand came the red one, |
To her left hand came the blue. |
They set up a noise like crickets, |
A chattering wise and sweet, |
And her hair was a folded flower |
And the quiet of love in her feet. |
Stephen Savitzky
<steve @savitzky.net >
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