Down into the water stept she,
Down into the shining river,
Like a red deer in the sunset—
Like a ripe leaf in the autumn:
From her lips like roses snow-fill'd,
Came a soft and dreamy murmur.
Softer than the breath of summer.
Softer than the murmring river!
Sighs that melted as the snows melt.
Silently and sweetly melted;