The galliass

'Tell me, tell me,

Unknown stranger,

When shall I sight me

That tall ship

On whose flower-wreathed counter is gilded

Sleep

.'

'Landsman, landsman,

Lynx nor kestrel

Ne'er descry from

Ocean steep

That midnight stealing, high-poop'd galleass,

Sleep

.'

'Promise me, Stranger,

Though I mark not

When cold night-tide's

Shadows creep

Thou

wilt keep unwavering watch for

Sleep

.'

'Myriad the lights are,

Wayworn landsman,

Rocking the dark through

On the deep:

She alone burns none to prove her

Sleep

.'