Author William Blake Ethinthus, queen of water, how thou shinest in the sky!My daughter, how do I rejoice! for thy children flock aroundLike the gay fishes on the wave, when the cold moon drinks the dew . . . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments