Cast not your looks upon the wan grey sea,

Waste not your voice upon the wind;

Let not your footsteps sink upon the sand,

Hold no sea-treasure in your hand,

And let no sea-shell in your ear

Nor any sea-thought in your mind

Murmur a mystery.

Turn your soft eyes upon mine eyes that long;

Let your sweet lips on mine be sealed;

Fold soft sweet hands between your sweet soft breasts,

And, as a weary sea-mew rests

Upon the sea

Utterly-utterly yield

Yourbeing up to me,

And all around, grey seascape and the sound

Of droned sea song.