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THE FOUNTAIN.
(Cologne, 1923.)
That was the Lorelei, tall within the jet
Of springing water.
Lovely from silver head to her slim feet
She, a King's daughter,
Of springing water.
Lovely from silver head to her slim feet
She, a King's daughter,
Caught in a pale enchantment: there came gleams
Of throat and bosom,
Rose-paled, bathed in the pellucid streams,
Fine as fruit-blossom,
Of throat and bosom,
Rose-paled, bathed in the pellucid streams,
Fine as fruit-blossom,
Betwixt the poplars and the tulip-trees,
Crystal and slender.
Where are her maids? Not any one of these
Naïads attend her.
Crystal and slender.
Where are her maids? Not any one of these
Naïads attend her.
That was the Lorelei: for a little while
Lost to her mountain,
One moment shone her pale, her exquisite smile,
Caught in the fountain.
Lost to her mountain,
One moment shone her pale, her exquisite smile,
Caught in the fountain.
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