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 broke the spell that bound him
He clasped her fast, both flesh and bone
And 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