Ii

With lambent faces, mimicking the moon, The water lilies lie; Dotting the darkness of the long lagoon As stars, the sky.

A face, the whiteness of a water-flower, With pollen-golden hair, In shadow half, half in the moonlight's glower, Lifts slowly there.

A young girl's face, death makes mute marble of, Turned to the moon and me, Sad with the pathos of unspeakable love, Floating to sea.