Classic Poem

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me!
One said:
‘Away! he is dead!
Upon my foam I have flung his head!
Go back to your cote, you never shall wed!
(Nor he!)’

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me,
Two brake.
The third with a quake
Cried loud, ‘O maid, I'll find for thy sake
His dead lost body: prepare his wake!’
(And back it plunged to the sea!)

Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
One bore—
And swept on shore—
His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more!
Ah, woe to women death passes o'er!