The Maid of the Sea

Come from the sea,
Maiden to me,
Maiden of mystery, love, and pain !

Wake from thy sleep,
Low in the deep,
Over thy green waves sport again !
Come to this sequestered spot, love,
Death's where thou art, as where thou art not, love;
Then come unto me,
Maid of the Sea,
Rise from the wild and stormy main ;
Wake from thy sleep,
Calm in the deep,
Over thy green waves sport again !

Is not the wave
Made for the slave,
Tyrant's chains, and stern control ;
Land for the free
Spirit like thee ?

Thing of delight to a minstrel's soul,
Come, with thy song of love and of sadness,
Beauty of face and rapture of madness ;
O, come unto me,
Maid of the Sea,
Rise from the wild and surging main ;
Wake from thy sleep,
Calm in the deep,
Over thy green waves sport again !