Classic Poem

Oh, lovely fisher-maiden,
Come steer thy boat to land;
Come to me, and sit beside me,
Close whispering hand-in-hand.

Rest thy sweet head on my bosom,
Have no more fear of me;
Dost thou not trust thyself, fearless,
Each morn to the savage sea?

My heart is like the ocean;
It storms, and ebbs, and flows,
And many a pearl resplendent
Doth in its depths repose.