My Secret Admirer

There he stood underneath a spindle tree, Plucking sweet berries And singing our love song While wild beech-leaves round and round him spread. Turned he and caught my gaze A little coy i ran home into my little house, Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door; I knelt down to light up the candle I could view dark shadows emerging closer upon the floor. Long-legged shadows Forcefully leaping up unpainted walls, falling, and again. I could hear the east Wind pushing at the gate, I won't open, not for wind or rain. Oh, run home, little ones, lest the whirling leaves Take ye far away, to the land of fairies Lighting up my room Straightened I my neck to see through the window I could see the spindle tree dancing Suddenly the lights went off And turning back Standing face to face with me was the only man I had often wanted and dreamt of Closer he came and slowly I melted away