The Dark King's Daughter

Red leaf, red leaf, falling to float

On the blue water among the cold clouds...

If I were a child I would call you a boat

And sail to the moon...

I would sail to the moon with the dark king's daughter;

The beautiful dreamer with green-slippered feet;

Her long golden hair would shine on the water;

Her eyes would be blue;

And there she would sing, while the sail overhead

Swelled with the wind, and the green waves flashed,--

Her red lips would sing, till the isle of the dead

Rose darkly before us.