The Water-Maid

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Title:     The Water-Maid
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

There she rose as white as death,
Stars above and stars beneath;
Where the ripples brake in splendor
To a million, million starlets
Twinkling on lake-lilies tender,
Rocking to the ripple barlets.
She, brow-belted with white lilies,
Rose and oared a shining shoulder
To a downward-purpling boulder:
With slim fingers soft and milky,
Haled her from the spray-sprent lilies
To a ledge, and sitting silky
Sang unto the list'ning lilies,
Sang and sang beneath the heaven,
Belted, wreathed with lilies seven;
Falsely sang a wild, wild ditty
To a wool-white moon;
Till a child both frail and pretty
Found her singing on the boulder,--
Dark locks on a milky shoulder,--
'Neath the wool-white moon.
And the creature singing there
Strangled him in her long hair.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Water-Maid

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