Black Stream (Letra)
Where the stars sleep in the calm black stream,
Like some great lily, pale ophelia floats,
Slowly floats, wound in her veils like a dream.
Half heard in the woods, halloos from distant throats.
A thousand years has sad ophelia gone
Glimmering on the water, a phantom fair:
A thousand years her soft distracted song
Has waked the answering evening air.
