To an Isle in the Water

Shy one, shy one
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.

She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her I would go.

She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom.

And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her I would fly.

—William Butler Yeats