What is this that flies with night
On the wings of the night-birds?
Ghost of love, endless delight,
Night's inarticulate words
Come, where water-weeds are cool,
Dip your fingers in the pool,
Midnight on high Ararat,
In the serpent's spirit noon,
Whirlwind on his wings of bat,
Spider's webs that shred the moon
Come, where water-weeds are cool,
Dip your fingers in the pool.
Lights that do the night illume,
Ghostly shapes upon the grass.
Demon's hands that weave the loom
Of the wan Herodias
Come, where water-weeds are cool,
Dip your fingers in the pool.
Between heaven and hell a bridge,
Hecate strangles in a moat
Wicked wasp and malign midge,
Moat where dead sea-lilies float
Come, where water-weeds are cool,
Dip your fingers in the pool.
