Classic Poem

Young moon and firstling star and rising tide
Gave Sirens being; for a spell had sway
In music of the many-tinted bay,
And eve's horizon doubtfully espied,
Sea's spirit from sea's body to divide,
And shape a tender form from snowy spray,
Luring with melody of magic lay
Enchanted lover to enamoured bride.
Enticing distance swallowed up in night,
And silver cadences made roaring noise,
Legend begot in human soul anew.
Men said, The Siren's arms have strangling might,
Her kiss consumes, her song to death decoys,
And bones of youths devoured her cave bestrew.