Silent setting sun dips slowly o'er the hills Casting long shadows 'cross the sleeping vales The village lies in quietness and evening now distils Sweet gold on high and purple low Reflected in the ripples 'pon the lake The branches of the oak stand bare. Springtime has yet to wake. Within the whitewashed cottage covered with its reeds Snuggled in bedchamber the lady in waiting lies Listens lovingly to the gently flowing breeze And knows the bleak of winter has now flown. Into the chamber where with amour she awaits The wind soft melody of music gently wafts, Swaying movement from the velvet drapes. The gentle beat of heart beneath her bosom'd chest Whose rise and fall betrays the dearer wish Unfurls drab darkness teasing her from lonesome rest To seek again the love that she would truly take. Awaits the lady for the form of her chosen knight To lie beside her till the cock shall sound the morn Seductive fulfillment of the verses they now write. Now shall her enchanting take its alluring course To clasp her arms to close around his defenceless form Which drawn to her by some mysterious earthly force Shall contented yield to her body's greater warmth Lips with sweet kisses put an end to secret doubt Draws unreserved the love to its conclusion Hearken now to the thrill of lover's joyous shout. Passions drawn from deepest earth the bodies now consuming Fast desires that within their hearts have long been shared Sweetness of the love that spills in its outpouring To bring again those moments of pure pleasure And lie again contented in the bed Nestled close together for the night. Ends now that time when heart once bled !
Copyright: David Hopcroft 1995