HE was a Prince with golden hair (In a palace beside the sea), And I but a poor Mermaiden, -- And how should he care for me? Last summer I came, in the long blue nights, To sit in the cool sea-caves: Last summer he came to count the stars From his terrace above the waves. There's nothing so fair in the sea down there As the light on his golden tresses: There's nothing so sweet as his voice: ah, nothing So warm as the warmth of his kisses! I could not help but love him, love him, Till my love grew pain to me. And to-morrow he weds the Princess In that palace beside the sea. |