The Sleeping Beauty

She sleeps alone, she dreams unseen

With veil of gold and gown of green

Her dying heart drifts towards her doom

In dusty bed and crumbling room

Long ago she danced in wood

In flowery gown and silver hood

But dancing days have come to end

When soul is crushed and heart is rent

A spindle's strike to end the pain

Of a man's cruel lies and weeping rain

She fell to bed with bleeding heart

To dream a new day of hopeful start

Then comes a prince of soul straight and strong

Who walks in light, sings love's good song

Long has he wandered through dell and field

And sword of goodness he bravely wields

He saw a rose in room of stone

Beautiful, frightened, and alone

With kiss of love he brushed her face

And at his touch her dead heart did race

She opened eyes of weeping grey

And many words the two did say

He promised love, he promised good

He brought her again to the dancing wood

And once again she whirls and leaps

No longer princess whose heart still sleeps

For light had entered shadowy eyes

And now she laughs and never cries