The water is deep and blue,
The sky is a lighter shade
Till the yellow sun is through,
And the dark of night is made.

Out of pines the moon rises
On the water it shimmers,
Then with sleepy surprise
Calm disrupted by swimmers.

With skin as white as the swan
They invaded my retreat
Without their feathers to don
The cool lake water they greet.

Only in youth are they bold,
Dip in mountain lakes so cold.

The shimmer of cool water,
Reflecting the Sun’s daughter,
As we stand beside the lake,
Shovels ready earth to break,
Set aside the revealed stone,
Make a hole, a pit, a grave,
A place for the flesh and bone,
Reputation tried to save,
Life lost in her brief anger,
Accidentally dying,
Swam to too deep of water,
Now he digs while he’s crying,
Beside the cool mountain lake.