The Water Lady
by Thomas Hood
Alas! the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see! --
I saw a maiden on a stream,
And fair was she!
I staid a while, to see her throw
Her tresses back, that all beset
The fair horizon of her brow
With clouds of jet.
I staid a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore in place of red
The bloom of water, tender blue,
I staid to watch, a little space,
Her parted lips if she would sing
The waters closed above her face
With many a ring.
And still I staid a little more;
Alas! she never comes again!
I throw my flowers from the shore,
And watch in vain.
I know my life will fade away,
I know that I must vainly pine;
For I am made of mortal clay,
But she's divine!
Source:The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company