And on it poised a swiftly changing form,
With filmy mantle falling musical,
And colors of the floating bubble’s ball,
Fair and elusive as the sprites that play,
Bright children of the sun-illumined spray,
’Mid rainbows of a mountain waterfall.
Then mingling with the falling waters came
In whispers sibilant Winona’s name;
So indistinct and low that voice intense,
That she, half frightened, cowering in the grass