Black Stream

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.


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