I feel thy ripples lapping free,
And thou dost lie so near to me
I see my figure on thy face,
Entwined in shadows, linked like lace.
Oh! what art thou? what canst thou be,
That dost reflect my visage unto me?
I know not what thou seemest to another,
But thou to me art as a brother.
To a Turtle
O gallant knight in armour black