The lake smiles, so inviting to bathe

The lake smiles, so inviting to bathe,

the boy slept on the green bank,

then, he hears a tinkling,

as of sweet flutes,

like the voices of angels

in paradise.

And as he awakens in blissful desire,

the waters now play against his breast,

and a call from the depths:

Dear boy, you are mine!

I lure the sleeper,

I draw him down.