I smile o'er the wrinkled blue­ br Lo! the sea is fair, br Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; br And the welkin's light shines through br Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue, br And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing, br And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing! br br I scowl in sullen guise­ br The sea grows dark and dun, br The swift clouds hide the sun br But not the bale-light in my eyes, br And the frightened wind as it flies br Ruffles the billows with stormy wing, br And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing! br br When moonlight glimmers dim br I pass in the path of the mist, br Like a pale spirit by spirits kissed. br At dawn I chant my own weird hymn, br And I dabble my hair in the sunset's rim, br And I call to the dwellers along the shore br With a voice of gramarye evermore. br br And if one for love of me br Gives to my call an ear, br I will woo him and hold him dear, br And teach him the way of the sea, br And my glamor shall ever over him be; br Though he wander afar in the cities of men br He will come at last to my arms again.