Water-lilies

Where the water-lilies go
  To and fro,
Rocking in the ripples of the water,
Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King’s daughter,
And the faint winds shake her.
Who will come and take her?
  I will! I will!
  Keep still! Keep still! 
Sleeping on a leaf lies the Lake King’s daughter...

Then the wind comes skipping
  To the lilies on the water;
And the kind winds wake her.
Now who will take her?
With a laugh she is slipping
Through the lilies on the water.
Wait! Wait!
Too late, too late!
Only the water-lilies go
  To and fro,
  Dipping, dipping,
To the ripples of the water.