Classic Poem

1

Thou lovely Fishermaiden,
Steer in thy boat to Land;
Come to me and sit Thee down
We'll whisper hand in hand.

2

On my heart thy little head
Lay down and fear not me,
Thou who daily trustest
The wild, wild sea.

3

Even as the sea my heart
Has storms and ebb and flow,
And many a beauteous pearl
Lies calm in its deeps below.