’Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of Wind,
A Damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclined
Wide o’er the rolling billow
She cast a wishful look,
Her head was crown’d with Willows,
That trembl’d o’er the Brook
Twelve months were gone and over
And nine long tedious days,
Why did’st thou, ventr’rouse Lover,
Why did’st thou trust the Seas?
Cease, cease then cruel Ocean,
And let my lover rest,
Ah what’s thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?