A cold white pale
Morning I dreamt of,
The sun’s beams
Bright and golden
And yet cold.
The sky, Blue
and pale too,
Clad in soft white
Clouds it was.
And it was springtime,
And the wind was
Blowing and the blond
Grain waved at me
Dancing with the soft
Breeze over the plains.
Away from the White
Tower I was riding, bound
Northwest when this I saw.
But darkest it seemed to
Become as I was getting
Closer, and sad I felt for I
Longed to see the sun, to feel
The warmth I knew that could
Give me.
Drawing more closer
I could feel changing
Happen, my heart
Rejoicing and lo!
The white pale
Spring morning made a warm
Colourful summer day,
The sun shining out
The brighter,
The clouds flying away,
The sky clear and blue
And never was I to
Return from those
Plains for a song was in the wind and
Cast a spell upon me
And wouldn’t free me.
Unknown was the meaning
Of the riddle to me
Though I know a great joy will
Come when I find it
For my heart was glad
At my waking up.
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