Dream

   My heart rests beside the cool fountain.

        (Fill it with your thread, 
     spider of oblivion.)

The fountain water sang it its song.

        (Fill it with your thread, 
     spider of oblivion.)

My wakened heart told of its loves.

        (Spider of silence 
     spin it your mystery.)

The shadowed water listened.

        (Spider of silence, 
     spin it your mystery.)

My heart capsizes in the cold fountain.

        (White hands, far away, 
     hold back the waters.)

And the water carries it off singing with joy.

        (White hands, far away, 
     nothing remains in the waters!)