The Island

They flew as the night-wind flowed, very softly,

They heard sweet singing that the water sang,

They came to a place where the sea was shallow

And saw treasure hidden there.

There was one poplar tree

On the lonely island,

Swaying for sadness.

The clouds went over their heads

Like a fleet of drifting ships.

And there they sank down out of the air

Into the dream.