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 !
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picture credit: John Lockwood Kipling 1895