(3.33)
Long afloat on shipless oceans…
I did all my best to smile till your singing eyes and fingers drew me loving to your isle.
And you sang, “Sail to me… Let me enfold you…”
Here I am, waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat - It’s leaning, broken and lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sing, “Touch me not… Come back tomorrow…”
Oh, my heart, shies from the sorrow.
I’m as puzzled as the newborn child.
I’m as troubled as the tide.
Now, should I stand amid the breakers, or should I lie with death, my bride?
Hear me sing, “Swim to me… Let me enfold you…”
Here I am, waiting to hold you.