Come dear children, let us away, down and away below. Now my brother is caught from the bay, now the great winds shoreward blow, now the salt tides seward flow, now the wild white horses play, champ and chaff and toss in the spray. And dear let us away, this way, this way. Call her once before you go, call once yet in a voice that she will know. Margaret, Margaret's children's voices should be dear. Call once more to her mother's ear, children's voices while with pain surely she will come again. Call her once and come away, this way, this way. Dear dear, we cannot stay the wild white horses foam and fret, Margaret, Margaret, come dear children, come away down, call no more. One last look at the white walled town and a little great church on the windy shore, then come down, she will not come, though you call all day, come away, come away. And dear was it yesterday, we heard the sweet bells over the bay and the caverns where we lay, through the surf and through the swell, the far off sound of a silver bell. Sand strewn caverns cool and deep where the winds are all asleep, where the spent lights quiver and gleam, where the salt weed sways in the stream, where the sea beasts ranged all around, feed in the ooze of their pasture ground, where the sea snakes coil and twine dry their mail and bask in the brine, where the great whales come sailing by, sailing sail with unshut eye around the world forever and I. When did music come this way? Children, dear was it yesterday? Children, dear was it yesterday? Call yet once that she went away, once she sat with you and me on a red gold throne in the heart of the sea and the youngest said on her knee, she combed its bright hair and she tended it well, when down slung the sound of a far off bell, she sighed and looked up through the clear green sea, she said, I must go for my kinsville prey in the little great church on the shore today, till the Easter time in the world, ah me and I lose my poor soul murm in here with thee, I said go up dear heart through the waves, say thy prayer and come back to the kind sea caves, she smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay, children, dear was it yesterday? Children, dear were we alone? The sea grossed dormy, the little ones moan, long prayers I said in the world they say come, I said and we rose through the surf in the bay, we went up the beach by the sandy down where the sea stalks bloomed to the white wall town, through the narrow paved streets where always still to the little great church on the windy hill, from the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, but we stood without in the cold, blowing airs, we climbed on the graves on the stones, worn with rains and we gazed up the aisle through the small letted pans, she sat by the pillar, we saw her clear marker at hiss, come quick we are here, dear heart I said we are alone alone, the sea grossed dormy, the little ones moan, but ah she gave me never a look for her eyes were sealed to the holy book, loud praise the priest, shut stands the door, come away children, call no more, come away, come down, call no more, down, down, down, down to the depth of the sea, she sings at her wheel in the humming town singing most joyfully, hark what she sings, oh joy, oh joy for the humming street and the child with its joy, for the priest and the bell and the holy well for the wheel I spun in the blessed sunlight of the sun, and so she sings her fill singing most joyfully till the spindle drops from her hand and the whizzing wheel still, she steals to the window and looks at the sand and over the sand at the sea and her eyes are set in a stair and a non there breaks a sigh and a non there drops a tear from a sorrow clouded eye and a heart sorrow laden and a long long sigh for the cold strange eyes of a little mermaid and the gleam of her golden hair, come away, away children, come children, come down, the horse wind blows coldly light shine in the town, she will start from her slumber when gush shake the door, she will hear the winds howling, will hear the waves roar, we shall see while above us the waves roar and whirl, a ceiling of amber, a pavement of pearl singing air came a mortal but faceless was she, a lone dwell forever the kings of the sea. But children, at midnight, when soft the winds blow, when clear falls the moonlight, when spring tides are low, when sweet air comes seward from the heath start with broom and high rocks throw mildly on the blanjed sand the gloom of the still, glistening beaches at the creeks will high over banks of bright sea weed the abtile leaves dry, we will gaze from the sand hills at the white-sleeping town at the church on the hillside and then come back down singing, there dwells a loved one but cruel, she, she left lonely forever the kings of the sea.