When the gloom is on the wave
A shell unto the shore I bring
And then upon the rocks I sit
And plaintive sing
The weary lullaby what time she rocks
Her babe, and murmurs music sad and low
So sad and low as if this tower did keep
The murmur of the years as a sea-shell
The sea...
O what is this wild song I sing
With meanings strange and dim?
No soul and I, a wave am I
And sing the Moon-child's hymn