By faced tenderness
so had the brooks let you ride
between the shores that you did miss
to landscapes of night
by faced tenderness

Still wandering and unseen
you had been caught by the lands
sunk near the hidden scene
in flooding of dark, in the flood without ends
still wandering and unseen

A lover is left at the railing
we don't know there no tender face
for she broke tenderness once by stealing
the poor mortal ladies' waves of their grace

But I had heard someone said
you spread out your legs and made them sold
to the water sprites who felt too cold

A small pittance of love not so bad
was helping you until your death.