Than night is of stillness or Hell is of fellness,
Knoll thou and toll my ocean devotion!
Dash thy dread roll ’gainst my turbulent soul,
Strike till its tones shall thy moanings control,
Bearing emotion as deep as the ocean
Unto the one who is soul of my soul!—
Unto the maiden whom angels of Aidenn,
Wandering over the strand of the blest,
Enviously stole from the heart of my soul,
Bore to thy shore and prest to thy breast.