That night he walked to the cold coast
And followed the wintry track
As if the frozen waters
would give him his Mary back.

He rubbed the snow crusts deeper
Into his bleeding eyes
The lantern swang. He tumbled.
And broke on through the ice.

She walked into the glossy waters
It must have been the fourth or fifth of May
He nearly didn't sleep since then
He knows not exactly the day.

As he found her pillow untouched
And saw her footprints in the sand
He knew she left the harbour of his arms
To the shores of an unknown land.

Where the pints smell of odorous amber
And the milk from the breasts steams new life
Where red cinnamon perfumes the daybreak
And gold honey runs out of the hive.

In the blue depths of the waters
Where the wave has no strife
Where the wind is a stranger
And the Seasnake has life

Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green hair with shells
Like the storm on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells.

Over my calm Hall of Coral the deep echoes rolled To the spirit of ocean thy wishes unfold.

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