Virgo

She sits by the water quietly
Her maids play on endlessly
Her robes into the water do dip
Her hands slide down to her hip
She sees a man she once did know
Her hand slips down at once below
The waters rage, the tide that floods
Her hair falls down into the muds
A shepherd passing hears her cry
He runs till he is with her nigh
He sees no virgin lying there
Only a woman with soiled hair.