The Princess in the Tower

By Sara Teasdale

I am the princess up in the tower

And I dream the whole day thro’

Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear

And a waving plume of blue.

I am the princess up in the tower,

And I dream my dreams by day,

But sometimes I wake, and my eyes are wet,

When the dusk is deep and gray.

For the peasant lovers go by beneath,

I hear them laugh and kiss,

And I forget my day-dream knight,

And long for a love like this.