Wild with passion, sorrow beladen,
  Bend the thought of thy stormy soul
On its home, on its heaven, the loved maiden;
  And peace shall come at her eyes' control.
Even so night's starry rest possesses
  With its gentle spirit these tamed waters,
And bids the wave with weedy tresses
  Embower the ocean's pavement stilly
  Where the sea-girls lie, the mermaid-daughters,
    Whose eyes, not born to weep,
    More palely-lidded sleep
  Than in our fields the lily;
    And sighing in their rest
      More sweet than is their breath;
      And quiet as its death
        Upon a lady's breast.