Let some of deadly sirens sing
I’ll none of their tempting take
Their love only death will bring
All the world with them’s at stake.
But in the cooler, northern seas
Where rocky coasts and pebble strands
Bide against the briny breeze
And the bitter tempests’ demands…
There I beheld a finer maid –
Who made her home beneath the sea,
Who, in the full moon’s light had bade
And beckoned: ‘Come and dance with me.’
Awen, in her salt embrace
But gone again without a trace…
