The young man he had wandered many a mile and more
Cross foreign lands and countless seas, to reach a distant shore
Driven by the hope's he held implanted as they'd been
Deep within the wickerwork of life's eternal dream

Though warm of flesh the heart was cold, no love had 'ere he known
And look he must for one sweet maid to melt his heart of stone
To feel upon his fevered brow the softness of her touch
The closeness of her being near, his cry for love too much

And to an isle he came at last, a jewel upon the sea
And landed on its glittered sands of sparkling diamante
He wandered through a forest, each leaf of emerald shone
And waterfalls of crystal gleam, reflections of he alone

And then, a vision seen, a pearl so bright and full of fire
That took the shape of maidenhood, and filled his heart's desire
Of golden hair and amber lips that parted with a smile
And beckoned come you hither and lie with me a while

He knelt before the maiden and to her heart be sworn
To worship at her alter, and kneel before her throne
She looked upon her suitor, her smile had all but gone
For 'ere his young heart melted, the maiden turned to stone