"The ring of old"

By the light of the moon
The rose - tree’s dancing shade
Her tread of dainty feet
Lightly she is near
In blue and gold
Laced with fitful red -

My passion for her soul
Colored in the room
Turbid turquoise
The ring of old
From fire unto fire
The fault was mine –

Made of common clay
Dim the haunted corridors
Could we but see below
A buried treasure
For my lady
Our sense of peace –

As often-times we danced
Spinning around
In the circle
Our ring of old
Bound in a bow
By the light of the moon –

Have I not lips to kiss
And a heart to love
With eyes to see
My Lady fair
Waiting there
Stroking her blond hair -

Love that I loved so well
Perchance to dream
My heart to sing
A beautiful song
Marry me now
With the ring of old.