Too late, or too wild:
Which was I for you?
Though you amused yourself with me
it was she for whom you longed.

Though it is mid-summer,
the coldest winter wind is flowing
over my salt sea.  It swells up,
spilling over the white sand.

Oh!  Would that /I/ had been your lady,
and those same waves instead
lapped with cheer at your feet,
as they wandered along my shore
leaving your mark in your wake.