I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall

Low adown, low adown,

from under my starry sea-bud crown

Low adown, low adown

and I should look like a fountain of gold

Springing alone,p.With a shrill inner sound,

Over the throne

In the midst of the hall;

Till the great sea-snake under the sea

From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps

would slowly trail himself sevenfold

Round the hall where i sate, and look in the gate

With his large calm eyes for the love of me.

And all the mermen under the sea

Would feel their immortality

Die in their hearts for the love of me.