Willow wings, thin reeded pillowings,
Cellos' hushed strings' heeded crescendoings.
Her face Aegean bright with eyes
Painted polished agate, neath hair
Fine sunshine's negate, ebon,
Waves curling, shining moonlike
Upon her cheeks' white shore.
Sleeping neath steeping heath
dreaming quietly, streaming brightly
Beaming bequeath, gleaming sighted wreath.
For mine heart there waits for this man.
For my roving bark, for strewn foolish sand.
Her pillow hollow, my counterfeit image
Fills not her heart hallowed, whetted pledge.
What is not me, fellow fallen
Her love turns away; sighs alone,
Seeking sight, sea king's might
drowns, sorrow's song intones.
Love, rest, your rover returns to
Our nest, your lover burns to
Sink into the night with you.