SONG OF THE DAUGHTERS OF CELEUS

by: Louis V. Ledoux (1880-1948)

EEP the well and dark the water,

Far we let our pitchers down.

Prisoned water, prisoned water,

Fill the gleaming pitchers brown;

Fill and brim and sparkle after;

Pools of sunlight edged with laughter

Wait their guest in Celeus' town.

 

When we lean above the water,

Imaged in the twilight lies

One who comes for Celeus' daughter,

Kindly brave and kindly wise.

Shadowy layers of darkness cover

Him, the coming lord and lover--

Hers who has the brightest eyes.