MY LADY

 

My lady lives up high,

 

In a castle by the sea.

 

She is well-acquainted with majesty,

 

And she dreams of fair love with a longing sigh.

 

 

There is a river that does run

 

Through her rose garden below

 

Her balcony and her window

 

At one with the summer sun.

 

 

She likes to pine in long, white dresses,

 

And in soporific trances

 

She ascends to lofty reveries

 

As symphonies

 

Gleam like ethereal dances

 

In her mind and in her tresses

 

Of azure blues and ebonies.