Gold fish, rose and red

As lady Lillith's hair,

Mauve and blue as curling smoke

And water-sapphires there.

At the fountain's brim

I built a little dream,

As a goldsmith cunningly

I made it flash and gleam.

I wrought a maiden shape,

I colored it with love,

Scarlet mouth and breast of pearl

And eyes of turtle dove

Thro' hours of moony dark,

I woo'd her for my bride

But ah! I could not build her soul,

So with the dawn she died.