"Look here at the wax-white corpse of him,
As fair as the Queen in face and limb!
"Make now for the shore, for the moon is bright,
And I would be home ere the end of night.
"Two sons last night had Thyrre the Queen,
So fair upriseth the rim of the sun.
And both she may lack ere the woods wax green,"
So grey is the sea when day is done.
A little before the morning tide,
So fair upriseth the rim of the sun,