is how lilith is imaging herself : as water athirst with the mystery within : beckoning the fisherwoman with the beauty of necklaced trees , the ruffling playfulness of the ebbing waves , the teasing glints of sunlight and the dervish frolic of birds and bugs : sounds and hums and the dreaminess of simple , robustly naive beauty and cilla does come ; does set down by the lakes edge ; does unfold herself to become part of the landscape , of this cameo of nature is just there and in the there of a moment of unknowing , so is she there : the lady of the lake priscilla lays back , opens her arms , lets fall away her thighs , yields her tongue to bird flight , her eyes free into darkness , her mind , her soul , her every self : the thirst flows around her , laces over her , beside her , wets her , soaks , drenches , submerges drowns : `` prissy drowned in the lake ! ''