'Ahoy, and ahoy!' 'Twixt mocking and merry -- 'Ahoy and ahoy, there, Young man of the ferry!' She stood on the steps In the watery gloom -- That Changeling -- 'Ahoy, there!' She called him to come. He came on the green wave, He came on the grey, Where stooped that sweet lady That still summer's day. He fell in a dream Of her beautiful face, As she sat on the thwart And smiled in her place. No echo his oar woke, Float silent did they, Past low-grazing cattle In the sweet of the hay. And still in a dream At her beauty sat he, Drifting stern foremost Down -- down to the sea. Come you, then: call, When the twilight apace Brings shadow to brood On the loveliest face; You shall hear o'er the water Ring faint in the grey -- 'Ahoy, and ahoy, there!' And tremble away; 'Ahoy, and ahoy!. . .' And tremble away. |