Uploaded on August 6, 2011
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 would I 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 would I fly.
—William Butler Yeats
The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
08.06.2023: I remember the night I took this picture. It was one of those last-minute ideas, but I like the result.