on the blue Pacific
doth my lady roam,
That is oft-times gay, but as oft terrific:
jewels are beads of foam:
In a coral cave, where a blue-green wave
guard, is my lady's home.
her hands, and her henchman hurries
of the sunset sheen:
'Tis he who comes when a mist-wrack scurries,
the deep ravine;
And my heart is stirred by the loving word
carries me from my queen.
distilled from a lotos flower -
is the magic key
To unlock the cage, and my soul has power
gather itself and flee,
At my love's behest, where she waits her guest
a palace beneath the sea.
ours that is almost anguish:
that is almost sweet:
We kiss; and the ocean creatures languish
at our feet;
The sight grows dim, and the senses swim
I and my lady greet.
dream, while the soul is swooning
a woven spell -
Hushed to sleep by her tender crooning
from the ocean swell -
There to rest on her jewelled breast,
love and be loved as well!