The girl sits before her books, purportedly studying Her eyes rove over the same black lines again and again
Her mind wanders like the breeze outside her window Building castles and oceans and beautiful moments
Occasionally she is drawn back to the present A shrill whistle, a faraway cry, the slamming of a door
Her mother looks in to see her seemingly engrossed in her chemistry Satisfied, turns and goes out again; the girl does not notice
She has found the handsome knight of her dreams Chivalry and excitement at a myriad battles and balls
At last, it is time for lunch and the girl jerks out of her reverie As the gong booms and resounds through the little rose-coloured cottage.