Shy one of my heart，
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes，
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries in the candles，
And lights the curtained room，
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom；
And shy as a rabbit，
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.