HE was a Prince with golden hair (In a palace beside the sea), And I but a poor Mermaiden, -- And how should he care for me? Last summer I came, in the long blue nights, To sit in the cool sea-caves: Last summer he came to count the stars From his terrace above the waves. There's nothing so fair in the sea down there As the light on his golden tresses: There's nothing so sweet as his voice: ah, nothing So warm as the warmth of his kisses! I could not help but love him, love him, Till my love grew pain to me. And to-morrow he weds the Princess In that palace beside the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE MAID VAR MY BRIDE by WILLIAM BARNES SCHOOL BOYS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO EARNEST AND IMPORTUNATE PRAYER by JOHN BYROM LULLABY by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |