  Gold fish, rose and red As lady Lillith's hair, Mauve and blue as curling smoke And water-sapphires there. At the fountain's brim I built a little dream, As a goldsmith cunningly I made it flash and gleam. I wrought a maiden shape, I colored it with love, Scarlet mouth and breast of pearl And eyes of turtle dove. Thro' hours of moony dark, I woo'd her for my bride But ah! I could not build her soul, So with the dawn she died. |
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