A Ballad There dances a woman by moonlight,She glimmers far into the night,Robe fluttering wild,eyes glittering clear,Like diamonds set in rockface sheer.
"Come hither,O blue sea,I'll kiss you tenderly.
Wreathe me a willow crown,Weave me a bluegreen gown!
"I bring fine gold and rubies red Wherein there beats my own heart's blood.
On warm breast 'twas by lover worn,Into the ocean he was drawn.
"For you,my songs I'll sing,That wind and wave must spring,High in the dance I'll leap,And wind and wave must weep!"
She grasps a willow with her hand And binds it with a bluegreen band.
She eyes it in the strangest way,And bids it lightly step away.
"Now lend your wings to me To echo down the sea:
Mother,have you not known How fair I've wreathed your son?"
So nightly here and there went she,Decked every willow by the sea.
Proudly she danced there up and down,Until her magic course was run.
