There was a man who dwelt alone

As day and night went past

He sat as still as carven stone

And yet no shadow cast

The white owls perched upon his head

Beneath the winter moon

They wiped their beaks and thought him dead

Under the stars of June

There came a lady clad in grey

In the twilight shining

One moment she would stand and stay

Her hair with flowers entwining

He woke, as had he sprung of stone

And he broke the spell that bound him

He clasped her fast, both flesh and bone

And he wrapped her shadow 'round him

There never more she walks her ways

By sun or moon or star

She dwells below where neither days

Nor any nights there are

But once a year when caverns yawn

And hidden things awake

They dance together then till dawn

And a single shadow make