Classic Poem

Winds that waft the fisher-fleet
Cool the sands from burning heat!
Trouble not her slender feet,
Wave-worn pebbles!
Crusty crabs both great and small
Where the billows rise and fall,
Quit her path, I charge ye all,
Be not rebels!

Smile above her, azure dome!
Lap her softly, curling foam!
White-ridged combers tumbling home
Rarely laden,
Rolling in from open sea
Rock her high in giant glee,
Bearing safely back to me
My mermaiden!