Fear in her great eyes' rainbow-blue—she dips,
Irised, the cloven water; as we pass
Making a rippled circle that shall hide,
From our exploring eyes, what watery path
She gleaming took; what crystal haunt she hath
In minnowy freshness, where her murmurous lips,
Bubbling, make merry 'neath the rocky tide.
III
Then we may meet the Oread, whose eyes
Are dewdrops where twin heavens shine confessed: