Behold the flashing waters,
A cloven, dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow
The banks are worn for ever
By a people sadly gay
A Titan, with loud laughter,
Made them of fire and clay
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters
And they'll answer Death and Love
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait,
With wreaths of withered flowers,
'Fore paradise's gate
They may not pass the portal,
Poor earth-enkindled pair
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are
And if one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death
W.B.Yeats
On "Dream Harder"
Writer(s): Traditional, Mike Scott, William Butler Yeats
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