deftly, deftly creep the velvet vines [1996]

deftly, deftly creep the velvet vines,
braid the hoary tower tall
softly, softly feather the blossoms all,
sweet as bittersweet wine
slowly, slowly tick the long hours by,
the maiden fair returns alone
sadly, sadly is the waiting done,
to my heart the great swans fly.