Anna Wille : “Euphrosyne”, said I, taking a rose,

“Euphrosyne”, said I, taking a rose,
“As I walk down the stream that upwards flows -
As I wander the big purple plain in the sky -
As I dangle red lions’ heads with a sigh –
I dart your grey eyes as I rise and I fall
You sing like a siren when the shadows are tall

And dive like a mermaid, you do not come twice.
You slip into water, you melt like the ice
On the pond that I crossed with one jerk of the head
With my arms in the air, and my feet in my bed.”