Upon the crenellated walls
I watch the pallid spirit float,
The night rings with sad madrigals,
That issue from her ashen throat.
She’s far above the haunted pool
Where long ago the princess drowned,
Now when the summer nights grow cool
All see her regal, palely gowned.
And when the moon has risen high
Above the isolated keep
I hear her soft and poignant sigh
And softly does the princess weep.
She weeps for love that never was,
For combs through scented auburn hair,
The princess seems as frail as gauze,
Here in her moonlit sad despair.
No lips to her lips kiss or touch,
No loving looks the courtyards cross,
She’s suffered long and suffered much,
Here all is hollow, all is loss.
Upon the crenellated walls
I watch the pallid spirit float
The night rings with sad madrigals,
That issue from her ashen throat.
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Submission Name: The Drowned Princess
