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H liquid moon that silvers the rims Of the mountain heights, Oh lotus-flower that floats and swims In the island nights. Oh pale white arms that are stretched to me   With a siren's song, I answer the spell of your witchery; I come! I come!

Wait but awhile, oh white, white arms, Wait but awhile. I feel your power and I want your charms; I need your guile. Let me but plant one red, red rose On my true Love's tomb, Then your tide shall bear me wherever it flows. I come! I come!