Once as I walked upon a forest old,
I saw there stood a maiden fair:
About her a light shone gold,
And radiant as the stars above was her hair —
There I was left amazed in the cold night;
Of her, this tale I hereby write.
A rueful song she sang under a great tree;
Her heart was broken, her eyes on tears.
She sang, and sing she did till her heart was free;
This song I forgot not through the years.
Her voice was as that of a dying bird
Who sings and sings, albeit its song be not heard.
My heart was moved, and my life captivated;
For she sought back her prince’s love lost long ago
That for many a month she had left unrequited,
And now was but a vague dream covered in shadow.
I cried out loud ere her song was ended
And she looked at me as towards her I headed.
At once it so heavily dawned upon me
That ‘twas the tale of us twain she sang.
The night deepened though I can clearly see
She was the princess I loved ere time began.
I reached out to her feeble hand ,
For her I searched this wide land.
“Cry no more, my fair maiden,” I comforted.
“Your prince has come to bring you back.”
Her heart turned warm as its winter lifted;
Her grace, her beauty never did lack.
My search is over, my fair princess is with me,
And we came back betrothed to be.
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