The red-tongued bird Sings gaily, gaily sings In between the thickets And the river and the trees. Flitting, she follows him The red-tongued bird Her skirts held high Her ankles parting ferns Her feet in water, hands of green. And the stag stops to stare As she parts the reeds And sees him there, gently sees him there Swimming in the water clear Swimming in the water clear The sunlight figuring his skin His flowing hair.next poem