Once upon the golden sands,
a maid and her lord wove silver bands.
Forever to tie their hearts, their hands
all the days they lingered in those lands.

His wanderlust could not be stayed
and from his lady’s side he strayed.
She watched him from the shore, dismayed
as his ship on far waters leapt and played.

Fear not, my lady, strong as the Trees
these waters will bear me back to thee
to tell of wonders these eyes have seen
beyond the waves of white and green.

But time grew wings and swiftly did flee.
Numbered days were–ten-thousand and three.
Her heart grew troubled and longed to see
her husband return from the rolling sea.

She waited by the ocean side
a lonely, discontented bride
She asked the sea birds to take flight
and bring news of her master’s plight.

Dear lady, no sign have we found–
above the seas or on solid ground–
of your husband’s ship, his sword, his crown.
We fear that he did surely drown.

She feared for him but would not weep.
Her vigil she would ever keep,
so she called out to a passing seal
to see what news he could reveal.

Dear lady, no trace did I find,
on floe or berg, of Elven-kind.
No ship, no sword, no gilded crown.
I fear that he did surely drown.

She refused to give up her heart’s wish
and desperately summoned the eldest fish.
Ancient of build, master of hidden ways
in secret depths where he spent his days.

Dear lady, a man have I found
with a ship, wearing both sword and crown
resting on the coral-studded ground.
I say to you, he did surely drown.

She laid herself in waters green
and sank to silent depths yet unseen,
to reunite with her long-lost love
never again to see the skies above.