White Willow Now In These Fairy Lands
Now in these fairylands gather your weary hands
Close to your breast and be at rest
Now in these silences lean to the cadences
Moulding their grace to the line of your face
Now at the end of all, loveliest friend of all
All things are your in this peace that endures
Flowers and butterflies, dew-drops in grass
Suddenly quiet as painted glass
And fishes of emerald dive for the moon
Whose silver is stained by the peacock lagoon
Since it is evening and sailing weather
Let us set out for this dream together
