SEA-MAD

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 shall never 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 the shore —

His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more!

Ah, woe to women death passes o'er!

( Woe's me! )