RUNNING WATER
Oh you who stand by the river in a gown of willow-green,I will make you an eager song of my heart to-night;I will find me a feather of a singing bird that has seenAnd touched the blue targe of the sky in its flight.I will make me a quill of it, and dip in my heart and write!I would not make you a threnody of sorrow that has been,For you are no more than an eager child who demandMagical tales of me, of lacquered Arabian sheen;I will speak very softly then with your handIn mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.On the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heartWith a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will write;I will write with the simplest words and the simplest artAll the splendors that glow so by night—Of the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient flight.And you who are more than a princess in your gown of yellow-greenWith your bird-like and trembling heart will understandAll the luxurious sorrows and loves that have beenWritten on parchment at a king’s demand—And the simple words of them will flutter like birds in your hand.
Oh you who stand by the river in a gown of willow-green,I will make you an eager song of my heart to-night;I will find me a feather of a singing bird that has seenAnd touched the blue targe of the sky in its flight.I will make me a quill of it, and dip in my heart and write!I would not make you a threnody of sorrow that has been,For you are no more than an eager child who demandMagical tales of me, of lacquered Arabian sheen;I will speak very softly then with your handIn mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.On the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heartWith a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will write;I will write with the simplest words and the simplest artAll the splendors that glow so by night—Of the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient flight.And you who are more than a princess in your gown of yellow-greenWith your bird-like and trembling heart will understandAll the luxurious sorrows and loves that have beenWritten on parchment at a king’s demand—And the simple words of them will flutter like birds in your hand.
Oh you who stand by the river in a gown of willow-green,I will make you an eager song of my heart to-night;I will find me a feather of a singing bird that has seenAnd touched the blue targe of the sky in its flight.I will make me a quill of it, and dip in my heart and write!
Oh you who stand by the river in a gown of willow-green,
I will make you an eager song of my heart to-night;
I will find me a feather of a singing bird that has seen
And touched the blue targe of the sky in its flight.
I will make me a quill of it, and dip in my heart and write!
I would not make you a threnody of sorrow that has been,For you are no more than an eager child who demandMagical tales of me, of lacquered Arabian sheen;I will speak very softly then with your handIn mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.
I would not make you a threnody of sorrow that has been,
For you are no more than an eager child who demand
Magical tales of me, of lacquered Arabian sheen;
I will speak very softly then with your hand
In mine, a rose petal, the things that you understand.
On the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heartWith a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will write;I will write with the simplest words and the simplest artAll the splendors that glow so by night—Of the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient flight.
On the waxen and beautiful tablet that is your heart
With a singing quill and the stain of my heart I will write;
I will write with the simplest words and the simplest art
All the splendors that glow so by night—
Of the Genie and the Bottle, and carpets of orient flight.
And you who are more than a princess in your gown of yellow-greenWith your bird-like and trembling heart will understandAll the luxurious sorrows and loves that have beenWritten on parchment at a king’s demand—And the simple words of them will flutter like birds in your hand.
And you who are more than a princess in your gown of yellow-green
With your bird-like and trembling heart will understand
All the luxurious sorrows and loves that have been
Written on parchment at a king’s demand—
And the simple words of them will flutter like birds in your hand.