Deep in distant waters,
in a world of frost,
I see you fluent image
glittering and lost…

Webbed with constellations
through a crystal well
I see you move to music
fragile as a bell!

Your circles are too silver,
too sudden and too fleet
to follow with a shadow
straggling at my feet…

So I must wait in wonder,
loveliest of girls,
to see you caught in jewels,
lost in many pearls!