SEA-MAD
Reading edition
(A Breton Maid)
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me! One said: "Away! he is dead! Upon my foam I have flung his head! Go back to your cote, you shall never wed!— (Nor he!)" Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me. Two brake. The third with a quake Cried loud, "O maid, I'll find for thy sake His dead lost body: prepare his wake!" (And back it plunged to the sea!) Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me. One bore— And swept on the shore— His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more! Ah, woe to women death passes o'er! (Woe's me!)