The Ballad by Pawel Markiewicz
The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle.The naiad to dearest prentice: >Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken – faraway.The deathless treasure abides for musing nymphs. < The naiad went away to the hoary holt. The pure …