That sound with the sighing sea!
Come follow me o'er the waters hoar!—
Come away, come away with me!
Come follow, oh, follow, to grottoes hollow,
And caves that are ocean-whist,
Where the sea-weeds twine and the star-fish shine,
And the rosy corals twist.
"Come follow me home on the wandering foam,
That rolls my world above!
My bosom shall bear thee safely where