Firiel looked out at three o'clock
The grey night was going
Far away a golden cock
Clear and shrill was crowing
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale
Waking birds were cheeping
A wind moved cool and frail
Through dim leaves creeping
She watched the gleam at window grow
Till the long light was shimmering
On land and leaf; on grass below
Grey dew was glimmering
Over the floor her white feet crept
Down the stair they twinkled
Through the grass they dancing stepped
All with dew besprinkled
Her gown had jewels upon its hem
As she ran down to the river
And leaned upon a willow-stem
And watched the water quiver
A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
In a blue flash falling
Bending reeds were softly blown
Lily-leaves were sprawling
The grey night was going
Far away a golden cock
Clear and shrill was crowing
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale
Waking birds were cheeping
A wind moved cool and frail
Through dim leaves creeping
She watched the gleam at window grow
Till the long light was shimmering
On land and leaf; on grass below
Grey dew was glimmering
Over the floor her white feet crept
Down the stair they twinkled
Through the grass they dancing stepped
All with dew besprinkled
Her gown had jewels upon its hem
As she ran down to the river
And leaned upon a willow-stem
And watched the water quiver
A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
In a blue flash falling
Bending reeds were softly blown
Lily-leaves were sprawling
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