Bears all its sons away;They fly forgotten,As a dream diesAt the opening day...Rub-a-dub-dub,It's time for a scrub
!So through clouds of steamTo a cracked and faded creamBath-tub wanders frailAphrodite, so pale, pink and white -She is na
ked as sin,Wearing nothing but a grinAnd a pin in her hair.Will she be drowned?Found with her hair tied behind,Shoulders b
ack,And head inclined to the sound of musicPlaying above,Bathing her in love.But darkness and fearDisappear like the soap
When she opens her eyes.She throws back her dormer windows;Morning light showsOphelia raisedOn her watery graveIn a brave
new world.