She sits in seaweed, stringily strewn
An adornment fit for this lady renowned
And serenaded by goose and loon
With reed and lily is aptly crowned
With longing gaze she contemplates
A vision gold and green and gay
And swaying, bending to the fates
Allows her reeds to blow away
Where’er they will; she wisteth not
Her heart is lightened by their flight.
She swims in seaweed, all uncaught
By caring where her reeds may light.