Nixie, Nixie, in the stream
Why do you hide your face by day?
Are you asleep? And do you dream?
Or do you hide your face in play?
Nixie, Nixie, you may hide
But I can see you over there,
Though into shadowy pools you glide
There floats behind your long green hair.
Nixie, Nixie, sweet and clear
You laugh beneath the water’s edge,
It ripples so, and I can hear
Your sighs among the river sedge.
Nixie, Nixie, if at night
I come when all the world’s asleep,
Oh, will you hold my hand quite tight
And let me in your palace peep.
Nixie, Nixie, turn your head,
I want to see your laughing eyes;
“There are no Water Sprites,” they said,
But I am a child and I am wise.
Egerton, Alix. “The Water-Sprite,” decorated by Pamela Colman Smith. The Green Sheaf, No. 4, 1903, p. 3. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022. https://1890s.ca/GSV4-egerton-sprite/