Song From Judith

And, coming to a pool where trees

Grew in double greeneries,

Saw herself, as she went by

The water, walking beautifully,

And saw the stars shine in the glance

Of her eyes, and her own fair countenance

Passing, pale and wonderful,

Across the night that filled the pool.

And cruel was the grief that played

With the queen's spirit; and she said:

"What do I here, reigning alone?

For to be unloved is to be alone.

There is no man in all my land

Dare my longing understand;

The whole folk like a peasant bows

Lest its look should meet my brows

And be harmed by this beauty of mine.