As I Went Through The Wood, The Wood, Through Fern And Pimpernel, A Water Fell, A Water Stood, Twinkling Within A Dell, And Naiad Fancies, Gleaming, Hung Like Bubbles There The Moss Among. And As I Sat Beside The Fall And Watched A Rainbow Beam, There Rose A Dream, A Spirit Tall, Out Of The Woodland Stream: Bright, Prismed Bubbles In Her Hair, She Rose And Smiled Upon Me There. But As I Gazed At Her And Gazed, Dim Bubbles Grew Her Eyes; And Frail Of Dyes Her Body Raised, And'Vanished In The Skies: And With The Spirit Went My Dream A Rainbow Bubble Of The Stream.