Love and Death

Behold the flashing waters, A cloven, dancing jet, That from the milk-white marble For ever foam and fret; Far off in drowsy valleys Where the meadow-saffrons blow, The feet of summer dabble In their coiling calm and slow. The banks are worn for ever By a people sadly gay: A Titan, with loud laughter, Made them of fire and clay. Go ask the springing flowers, And the flowing air above, What are the twin-born waters, And they'll answer Death and Love.