I have often been found drifting, unmoored,
Into the deepness, and out into sea;
While youthful sailors passing would be lured
to end and break on the rocks, three by three:
By sweet hymns to gems lost under the waves.
How rich a man would be, to go under!
Come see, the water sings, and fill your graves
To the brim with hills of pearls and plunder!
But too often have I dreamt of your smile
To want for duller treasures; No more songs
Nor jewels can make a semblance worthwhile.
I pray, leave me be! Lest I make new wrongs,
And find my ship against diamond cracking,
With my heart studded but still so lacking.