The sea shall not have thee, though it caught her!

To much they complain how is thou being bidden to no see the time is changed, for a little dove can not calm the night's air with the spread of its wings, nor shall thee be able to hind in such a cold hollow place. A pitty for he to have come here all alone with no faith, lying in wait for she to be able to kiss his lips once more. Nor, nor shall any matter once the day fades away, slipping out of the sun's sky. Dark into his eyes, he weeps to see her lying face down in the deep navy sea. To far have they gone to say the least the wind is settle, and the clouds disappear. He wakes to see the sun high in the clear blue sky, watching, smiling down on him as his ship rocks to the waves. To bad it was not a dream.