In grecian gown upon the stair,
a velvet flower scents my hair.
You reach your hand and call to me,
"come down my love, come lay with me."
You turn toward the endless shore,
and lay me down, like dreams before,
and set my ivory folds aside,
lay down upon your almost bride.
But I was not too long to lay,
night dreams hide from break of day.
I rose to swim in waves so green,
and found there danger not foreseen.
On nights your heart should call for me,
in sleep come dream of love to be.