Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? <br />Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? <br />Give them me. <br />No. <br />Give them me. Give them me. <br />No. <br />Then I will howl all night in the reeds, <br />Lie in the mud and howl for them. <br /> <br />Goblin, why do you love them so? <br /> <br />They are better than stars or water, <br />Better than voices of winds that sing, <br />Better than any man's fair daughter, <br />Your green glass beads on a silver ring. <br /> <br />Hush, I stole them out of the moon. <br />Give me your beads, I want them. <br />No. <br /> <br />I will howl in the deep lagoon <br />For your green glass beads, I love them so. <br />Give thme me. Give them. <br />No.<br /><br />Harold Monro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overheard-on-a-salmarsh/
