The silver beach invited me

Into Waters silver more

The blinking stars spoke luringly

of enchanting fairy lore.

On the crags sat I, in wishful dream

As drunken as in sleep

While the lapping water whispered me

The secrets of the deep.

"My littlechild", tinkled Neptune's nymph

"Come let me make you mine

Wish me your love, wate'er she be

And I shall make her thine.

Whether rosy lips or lustrous eyes

Most entices your heart

Yours damsel shall be yours to choose

Beauty that rivals art."

Bewitched , beguiled

In euphoric delight

Into mesmerising musings

I took a flight.

The  water laughed a lilting laugh

The breeze, it danced to tune

With a knowing look on my love - lost face

Lazily shone the moon.

I thought  of eyes iridecent black

The  dewy depths of love

Of enenravishing locks, the tangles dark

That trap for evermore.

And further more of charming smiles

Of smiles thst conquer all

Of beauty envied beauty

Beauty that Venus palls.

Beauty that would be mine

To love, to worship, to adore.

But the water nudged my idle feet

And reminded me of more.

The breeze gave a gentle tap

And bade me to the heart

More beautiful than beauty itself

A dwelling for my heart.

And having wished all that I willed

I asked the nymph trepedition filled

"Can she be ever mine?"

The fairy gave gave a tremulous amile,

"Look there beside you, there she stands,

To  be forever thine."

I stood in wondrous daze

Enthralled, bedazzled, enraptured I stared

And offered you my trembling heart,

"Not you mine, but I thine."