Leagues, leagues over the sea I sail Couched on a wallowing dolphin’s tail.The sky is on fire, the waves a-sheen, I dabble my foot in the billows green

And as a bed I’ll take them and there lie,and in that glorious supposition think,he gains by death that hath such means to die,let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!

“Thou rememberest since,once I sat upon a promontory,and heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back,uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,that the rude sea grew civil at her song,and certain stars shot madly from their spheres, to hear the sea-maid’s music?

“A mermaid found a swimming lad,Picked him for her own,Pressed her body to his body,Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness,That even lovers drown.”

“I sat upon a promontory, and heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back, uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, that the rude sea grew civil at her song; and certain stars shot madly from their spheres, to hear the sea-maid’s music.”