Red leaf, red leaf, falling to float
On the blue water among the cold clouds..
If I were a child I would call you a boat
And sail to the moon.. I would sail to the moon with the dark king's daughter;
The beautiful dreamer with green-slippered feet;
Her long golden hair would shine on the water;
Her eyes would be blue; And there she would sing, while the sail overhead
Swelled with the wind, and the green waves flashed, --
Her red lips would sing, till the isle of the dead
Rose darkly before us.