THE PINE LADY
Reading edition
have you seen the Pine Lady, Or heard her how she sings? Have you heard her play Your soul away On a harp with moonbeam strings? In a palace all of the night-black pine She hides like a queen all day, Till a moonbeam knocks On her secret tree, And she opens her door With a silver key, While the village clocks Are striking bed Nine times sleepily. O come and hear the Pine Lady Up in the haunted wood! The stars are rising, the moths are flitting, The owls are calling, The dew is falling; And, high in the boughs Of her haunted house, The moon and she are sitting. Out on the moor the night-jar drones Rough-throated love, The beetle comes With his sudden drums, And many a silent unseen thing Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing; While there above, In a palace builded of needles and cones, The pine is telling the moon her love, Telling her love on the moonbeam strings— O have you seen the Pine Lady, Or heard her how she sings?
