Listen to the boatman’s slow song
He tells how he saw seven women in moonlight
Who plaited green hair that trailed to their feet
Get up sing louder dance in a ring
So I no longer hear the boatman’s song
And bring me all the blonde girls
With fixed glances with coiled braids
The Rhine The Rhine’s drunk where vines are mirrored
Night’s gold falls trembling to be reflected there
A voice forever singing a death rattle
Those green haired fairies casting summer’s spell
My glass has shattered like a burst of laughter
May