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That night he walked to the cold coast

And followed the wintry track

As if the frozen waters

would give him his Mary back.

He rubbed the snow crusts deeper

Into his bleeding eyes

The lantern swang. He tumbled.

And broke on through the ice.

She walked into the glossy waters

It must have been the fourth or fifth of May

He nearly didn't sleep since then

He knows not exactly the day.

As he found her pillow untouched

And saw her footprints in the sand

He knew she left the harbour of his arms

To the shores of an unknown land.

Where the pints smell of odorous amber

And the milk from the breasts steams new life

Where red cinnamon perfumes the daybreak

And gold honey runs out of the hive.

In the blue depths of the waters

Where the wave has no strife

Where the wind is a stranger

And the Seasnake has life

Where the Mermaid is decking

Her green hair with shells

Like the storm on the surface

Came the sound of thy spells.

Over my calm Hall of Coral the deep echoes rolled To the spirit of ocean thy wishes unfold.