The element of water
Is the coldest, deepest thing.
I loved the miller's daughter
And to her I gave my ring.

My heart was bold and reckless
For it knew no peace or rest.
She wore a crystal necklace
And it dangled on her breast.

I looked into the garden
Where my love was wont to pass
And saw the sunlight harden
On a waterfall off glass.



Marcus Cumberlege