The deeps have music soft and low
  When winds awake the airy spry,
It lures me, lures me on to go
  And see the land where corals lie.

By mount and mead, by lawn and rill,
  When night is deep, when noon is high,
That music seeks and finds me still,
  And tells me where the corals lie.

Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well,
  But far the rapid fancies fly
The rolling worlds of wave and shell,
  And all the lands where corals lie.

Thy lips are like a sunset's glow,
  Thy smile is like a morning sky,
Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
  And see the land where corals lie.