One chuckles by the brook for me

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.