Last night before my window came A wraithie bathed in living flame, "I am a herald of the night, I am a lonely, lonely wight. "Beside the sea a maiden dwells, Her voice the sound of lighthouse bells, Her eyes the green of starlit sea, Her soul a dwelling place for thee. "Good dreamer, I have touched her heart, With burning song I touched her heart And now her dreams are all of thee -- This maiden by the deathless sea." Oh, lead me hence, good elf of night, Oh, lead to her signal light; For I am weary of my dreams, Long weary of my feverish dreams. |