Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13

My heart is an old house, and in that forlorn old house,     In the very centre, dark and forgotten,     Is a locked room where an enchanted princess     Lies sleeping.     But sometimes, in that dark house,     As if almost from the stars, far away,     Sounds whisper in that secret room     Faint voices, music, a dying trill of laughter?     And suddenly, from her long sleep,     The beautiful princess awakes and dances.     Who is she? I do not know.     Why does she dance? Do not ask me!     Yet to-day, when I saw you,     When I saw your eyes troubled with the trouble of happiness,     And your mouth trembling into a smile,     And your fingers pull shyly forward,     Softly, in that room,     The little princess arose     And danced;     And as she danced the old house gravely trembled     With its vague and delicious secret.