Weary absent lover returns and recoils
His shield hewn with axe and battle toils
A cloak an eagle's wing so torn uneven
The purest love gloomy distance spoils
By sailing mast he held the tempest race
His mind did picture her beautiful face
For it was she, to he affection had woven
To grasp a necklace she had once chosen
Had not his jealous rage often showed
A burning pearl his blood had flowed
But her lasting kiss did soothe his heat
For in her olive eyes love sweet flowed
Flowed across the ocean that bid long
Apart they were yet hearts are strong
Hearts yearn for sensuous kiss sweet
In that returning hour when lovers meet
Here it chanced by smooth lustre light
Deep outside amongst dry woeful night
Where creatures bold blinked for fear
A venerable half soul erewhile in sight
Tired mariner steps ashore softly sand
With a necklace precious in his hand
With eyes became his mourning clear
What mortal kiss loses its sweet veneer?
Rank herbs were sought and gathered
To sprinkle about the waves lathered
Out of the eyes of some opaque bane
Her soul and his by death are severed
Solitary mariner in torn flowing robe
Grasps dry sand as if it were the globe
That his feral spirit would now be slain
Alone his dark figure endures the rain
The sullen mariner surveyed with awe
Wild olive eyes that shine never more
Grey mound smouldering pyre swoons
Her petal flesh now ash and souls furore
Lead by dry garland and funeral leaves
Pure lovers grieve, when fate deceives
Lament satyr in robes of silken moons
Her watery epithet by Lethe she croons
