“UNDINE”

By Henry Van Dyke

‘ Twas far away and long ago,

When I was but a dreaming boy,

This fairy tale of love and woe

Entranced my heart with tearful joy;

And while with white Undine I wept

Your spirit,— ah, how strange it seems,—

Was cradled in some star, and slept,

Unconscious of her coming dreams.