roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die
Prijevod: Uzor ljepote. O mrk Naiades i miruje bogova.
wind roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads