This my secret dwelling place some summer's night,
My eyes acknowledge the tumbling light
That slipped away to bring to view
The water bathed in moonlight's hue.
The rushes wave like drowning fingers,
The scent of seetest Hawthorn lingers
Within my senses,my mind,my soul,
Defying sleep to take its toll.
And I would smile when I'd recall
As a trusting boy so small
I'd run from here with terror wept
For 'neath these waters Dragons slept!
But now my eyes would greet the dusk
So as to breathe the heady musk
Of summer meadows in their prime
And I would lose all track of time.
For here there is no call for haste
In this my secret dwelling place..