Classic Poem

Sweet harpings break the stilly night's repose.
The seamen list once more,
As from her bower,
There fall those witching sounds they've heard before,
In days long gone, from Ragnor's lofty tower.
When hearts with voices blend what heavenly music flows!

Breathe fair, ye winds, breathe fair;
My true love's on the sea.
God, hear the lone one's prayer,
And bring him back to me!
God guide the helm, God fill the sails
And waft him with propitious gales!

Breathe fair, ye winds, breathe fair,
And bear my true love home!
Love's bonds shall hold him there,
No more, no more to roam.
God guide the helm, God fill the sails,
And speed him home propitious gales!

She flies the holy cross
That talisman divine
Shall shield from loss and harm.
Her faithful knight and mine.
"O Christ, bid thou the storm to cease
And fill our hearts with joy and peace!"