One chuckles by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
One makes a spout of his mouth,
One whispers -- one is gone.
 
One over there on the water
Spreads cold ripples
For me
Enticingly.
 
The vast dark trees
Flow like blue veils
Of tears
Into the water.
 
Sour sprites,
Moaning and chuckling,
What have you hidden from me?
 
"In the palace of the blue stone she lies forever
Bound hand and foot."
 
Was it the wind
That rattled the reeds together?
 
Dry reeds,
A faint shiver in the grasses.