Bubbles
As I went through the wood, the wood,
Through fern and pimpernel,
A water fell, a water stood,
Twinkling within a dell,
And Naiad fancies, gleaming, hung
Like bubbles there the moss among.
And as I sat beside the fall
And watched a rainbow beam,
There rose a dream, a spirit tall,
Out of the woodland stream:
Bright, prismed bubbles in her hair,
She rose and smiled upon me there.
But as I gazed at her and gazed,
Dim bubbles grew her eyes;
And frail of dyes her body raised,
And’vanished in the skies:
And with the spirit went my dream
A rainbow bubble of the stream.
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