Rhyme of the Land and Sea

By the side of me — the immortal Pan —

Lies the sweetest thing of the sea;

In her gown of brine,

With her breast to mine,

And her drowned dark hair lies she!

And her eyes that have looked on the fathomy weed,

So mournful are fixed on me:

"I am thy slave, O Master, O Pan!

And never shall more be free!"

But her smile — like the wine-red, shadowy sea,

When the day slides past and down —

By the gods, it is tender death to me!

In its waters dark I drown!

"O slave of mine! Thou mystery

Of smiling depths — I drown!"