Lend him their song-charmed ear. And all the waves resound With song and lyre's sweet sound And dance high in the air. But hear the sad refrains, The Sirens' far-off strains Of sweet melodiousness. The poet to enthrall, The Goddesses shine all In sound and loveliness. And as the great tide falls, Ev'n so your music rises.
Sportive waves bear it up And send it surging high.
The eye, bright, full of hope, Encompasses the sky. Worlds came from the Ocean, Spirits were borne on the tide Which dared to cradle the High Ones, While the All was void. They rise up from the sea, Hair weaving in roundelay, Heads resting on the air. Their eyes flash blazing fires, And, shooting sparks, their lyres Glow through the waters fair. The Youth yields to Delusion, His tears flow in profusion, His heart pounds in his breast.