Once a ripple came to land
  In the golden sunset burning--
Lapped against a maiden's hand,
  By the ford returning.

Dainty foot and gentle breast--
Here, across, be glad and rest.
'Maiden, wait,' the ripple saith;
'Wait awhile, for I am Death!'

'Where my lover calls I go--
  Shame it were to treat him coldly--
'Twas a fish that circled so,
  Turning over boldly.'

Dainty foot and tender heart,
Wait the loaded ferry-cart.
'Wait, ah, wait!' the ripple saith;
'Maiden, wait, for I am Death!'

'When my lover calls I haste--
  Dame Disdain was never wedded!'
Ripple-ripple round her waist,
  Clear the current eddied.

Foolish heart and faithful hand,
Little feet that touched no land.
Far away the ripple sped,
Ripple--ripple--running red!