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THE WATER-SPRITE.

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.

                                                                        Alix Egerton.

MLA citation:

Egerton, Alix. “The Water-Sprite,” The Green Sheaf vol. 4, 1903, p. 3. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/GSV4-egerton-sprite/