Hath come to meet thee, ladye!” and anon
He bade the cold corse kiss the shadowy one,
That shook amid the waters, like the light
Of borealis in a winter night!
And after, he did strain her sea-wet hair
Between his chilly fingers, with a stare
Of mystery, that marvell’d how that she
Had drench’d it so amid the moonlit sea.
The morning rose, with breast of living gold,
Like eastern phœnix, and his plumage roll’d