I PLAYED a crazy tune
   To the river-weeds.
I played it to the moon,
   And the sad dark reeds.

And the face that for so long
   Has vexed me hour by hour
Like the rhyme of a lost song,
   Like the scent of a dead flower.

Drew near me; and the cold
   Lethean, lamentable
Lilt of my love-song old,
   To give me her lips was able!

But I played a note too high
   Or I played a note too low —
And the same moon looks down from the sky
   And the same waters flow.