Beneath the oak, my eyes

  married you

And now I sink in your repose.

E’er begotten, a son in my womb

And the smile of fancy,

  a gentle god.

Emily Isaacson

The waters cover me as 

  I am changed

To liken you after a spirit,

To have clothing of decoration

And hair of comely chestnut.

At first glance, I caught you

And now, you sink

  beneath the earth.

Emily Isaacson