Through sunlit day and starry night

A soft breeze lifts a leaf to flight

In midst of wildflowers a maiden sleeps

Her beauty doth make man to weep

A handsome knight with golden eyes

Holds vigil under cloudless skies

To keep the damsel from harms way

While in sweet repose she lay

Unknown to him he fills her dreams

Of walking hand in hand by silver streams

And as day's lamp shines from above

He sings to her his songs of love

~T. Beaman