​night by silent sailing night
Isobel
​wildwoods eyes and primarose hair
​quietly
​all the woods so wild
​in mauves of moss and daphne dews
​how all so still she lay
'neath of the white thorn
​child of tree
​like some lost happy leaf
​like blowing flower stilled
​as fain would she anon
​for soon again 'twill be
​win me, woo me, wed me
​ah! weary me
​deeply
​now even calm lay sleeping
​night
Isobel
Sister Isobel
Saintette Isobel
Madame Isa Veuve La Belle