The River and the Lily

Sings the river: I am the water from the hills I am the life from above, I run steadfast after love Caressing the swan’s quills. Sings the flower: I am Nature’s Beauty mark I am Cupid’s golden shaft, I want to bloom in the raft, the figurehead on its arc. Sings the river: Call for me after the old oak, I pass between his roots Washing away sun’s soot To be carried by moon’s cloak. Sings the flower: Cover me before it’s late My petals are almost dry I hear aloof the harpies’ cry, Promising to beauty their hate. Sings the bluebird: Where is the heart-shaped lily? The river took, the lily is gone The old oak will stand alone, When the night is dark and chilly. There went the river and the lily, Their course cannot be undone…