Classic Poem

Sea-hawks are calling
By the river-board.
A modest sweet maid
Is to wed a lord.

Sprayey Floating Hearts
Trail we left and right.
A modest sweet maid
He seeks dark and light.

Seeking her in vain,
Dark and light he yearns,
Longing, aye longing,
He tosses and turns.

Sprayey Floating Hearts
Cull we left and right.
A modest sweet maid
Lute and harp invite.

Sprayey Floating Hearts
Left and right we tell
A modest sweet maid
Welcome drum and bell.