My love dwelt in a Northern land
A dim tower in a forest green
Was his and far away the sand
And gray wash of the waves were seen
The woven forest boughs between:

And through the Northern summer night
The sunset slowly died away
And herds of strange deer, silverwhite
Came gleaming through the forest gray
And fled like ghosts before the day

And oft that month we watched the moon
Wax great and white o'er wood and lawn
And wane, with waning of the June
Till, likе a brand for battle drawn
She fell, and flamеd in a wild dawn

I know not if the forest green
Still girdles round that castle gray
I know not if, the boughs between
The white deer vanish ere the day:
The grass above my love is green
His heart is colder than the clay