There blown ashore, blue eyed and yellow haired—

Enchanted temptress steeped in beauty’s charms;

No wild soubrette was ever yet so fair

And I to find her now, soft in my arms.

I weep to think of that which I did take

Upon that lust limned lee kissed by the sun,

Afloat in clover by a flowered lake,

What man could yet say no? Not ever one—

Sun-sifted gold spilled out on mottled green

As raiments fell like jetsam on the sea;

There on that main, two barques, rigged rapture bound

To ever grace spiced seas of memory…

Fair winds at dawn, fate signed to drift apart,

Yet still she stays…sweet Siren of my heart.