Wild with passion

Wild with passion, sorrow beladen,

Bend the thought of thy stormy soul

On its home, on its heaven, the loved maiden;

And peace shall come at her eyes' control.

Even so night's starry rest possesses

With its gentle spirit these tamed waters,

And bids the wave with weedy tresses

Embower the ocean's pavement stilly

Where the sea-girls lie, the mermaid-daughters,

Whose eyes, not born to weep,

More palely-lidded sleep

Than in our fields the lily;

And sighing in their rest

More sweet than is its breath;

And quiet as its death

Upon a lady's breast.