---

Arthur Symons - Water-Weeds
Work rating: Low

What is this that flies with night 
On the wings of the night-birds? 
Ghost of love, endless delight, 
Night`s inarticulate words— 
Come, where water-weeds are cool, 
Dip your fingers in the pool, 

Midnight on high Ararat, 
In the serpent`s spirit noon, 
Whirlwind on his wings of bat, 
Spider`s webs that shred the moon— 
Come, where water-weeds are cool, 
Dip your fingers in the pool. 

Lights that do the night illume, 
Ghostly shapes upon the grass. 
Demon`s hands that weave the loom 
Of the wan Herodias— 
Come, where water-weeds are cool, 
Dip your fingers in the pool. 

Between heaven and hell a bridge, 
Hecate strangles in a moat 
Wicked wasp and malign midge, 
Moat where dead sea-lilies float— 
Come, where water-weeds are cool, 
Dip your fingers in the pool.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.