Dreaming from my tower in the air Higher than the trees surrounding close Wondering if men would find me fair, The mist about my window hinders me From viewing who would enter in my court But so few visitors I chance to see, Intent I am on making my report And tuning my sweet song towards the earth, I'll change my fate, which left me here since birth.
Six notes only had I sounded when Trembled I, yet sounded them again And from what seemed the pit of earth heard call A voice quite different from those I had heard Though I could count that number on one hand My lips too dry to speak a single word, I wondered why I had not better planned And tried in vain to step back from the sill For something held my hair and kept me still.
I tried to scream but sound I could not make My frightened wit had robbed me of my speech I thought of how my tresses I might break, But spied the scissors just beyond my reach Frantically I fumbled through my skirts, Searching for my dagger in the fold The same I used for tearing linen shirts And as I knew not what of me had hold, To sacrifice my braids I raised my knife Too late! I now must kill to save my life.
My point directed at the stranger's chin, No time was left for severing his rope But shall I murder him or let him in? I was too stunned at what I saw to hope For some salvation. I knew I was lost Whichever was my choice it mattered not The mist had cleared, my innocence the cost And for one endless moment I was wrought Of human flesh and human cares and fears The fantasy of fables read for years.
A face it was, yea, had it lips and eyes, But unlike that which greets me in the glass In its twin orbs I saw no less surprise And so we stood, two statues made of brass I gazing in his eyes and he in mine As though we might have read each other's thought sHe smiled slowly as one drunk with wine When suddenly the forest rang with shots The hunters oft' before had come too near, And so I bid adieu to all my fear.