The Coves of Crail
The moon-white waters wash and leap,
The dark tide floods the
Coves of Crail;
Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,
Nor hears the sea-wind wail.
The pale gold of his oozy locks,
Doth hither drift and thither wave;
His thin hands plash against the rocks,
His white lips nothing crave.
Afar away she laughs and sings —
A song he loved, a wild sea-strain
Of how the mermen weave their rings
Upon the reef-set main.
Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,
Nor hears the sea-wind wail,
Tho' with the tide his white hands creep
Amid the Coves of Crail.
The dark tide floods the
Coves of Crail;
Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,
Nor hears the sea-wind wail.
The pale gold of his oozy locks,
Doth hither drift and thither wave;
His thin hands plash against the rocks,
His white lips nothing crave.
Afar away she laughs and sings —
A song he loved, a wild sea-strain
Of how the mermen weave their rings
Upon the reef-set main.
Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,
Nor hears the sea-wind wail,
Tho' with the tide his white hands creep
Amid the Coves of Crail.
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