Ch. 8: A Ripple Song

Once a ripple came to land
  In the golden sunset burning--
Lapped against a maiden's hand,
  By the ford returning.



Dainty foot and gentle breast--
  Here, across, be glad and rest.
"Maiden, wait," the ripple saith.
  "Wait awhile, for I am Death!"
"Where my lover calls I go--
  Shame it were to treat him coldly--
'Twas a fish that circled so,
  Turning over boldly."
Dainty foot and tender heart,
  Wait the loaded ferry-cart.
"Wait, ah, wait!" the ripple saith;
  "Maiden, wait, for I am Death!"
"When my lover calls I haste-
  Dame Disdain was never wedded!"
Ripple-ripple round her waist,
  Clear the current eddied.
Foolish heart and faithful hand,
  Little feet that touched no land.
Far away the ripple sped,
  Ripple--ripple--running red!