As far as eye could see;
The blinding mist came down and hid the land—
And never home came she.
“Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—
A tress o’ golden hair,
O’ drowned maiden’s hair,
Above the nets at sea?
Was never salmon yet that shone so fair,
Among the stakes on Dee.”
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,