'O dreamy, gloomy, misty waters
I came upon your narrow track
To bring my gift unto your daughters
But gifts did you not give back

These thoughts that bitterly repine
For when I brought this heart that burns
To the hum of boughs devine
And laid them here among your ferns

Your icy arms gripped my feet
Pulled me under, quenched my thirst
Your currents could not be beat
But helped my heart before it burst

Your coolness on the heart was care
Your wonder on its toys
Your blueness on the hearts despair
Your darkness on its noise

But for this gift a price was paid
Chilled waters swirl around
The tokens for this treasure weighed
Left me forever drowned

g`day, excellent! it brings to my mind the naiads,

nymphs of springs, ponds and rivers. Like other nymphs, naiads were young and beautiful female sprites.
They were divine but not immortal,

with promise of peace but with a heavy price to pay.

the verse has a mythical quality which i very much enjoyed. well done.

keep well and take care greg.