(WB Yeats)

Behold the flashing waters
A cloven dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow
The banks are worn forever
By a people sadly gay:
A Titan with loud laughter,
Made them of fire clay
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they'll answer Death and Love

With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait
With wreaths of withered flowers
'Fore paradise's gate
They may not pass the portal
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death