The maiden stirs in his arms

"What bright-eyed sailor
woke me from the Sirens' weird
his shouts loud as seas?"

Fast forming charms with-
in my blood have bound to him,
desire seeks a name?"

Pale she was, as fair
as white cresting on a swell.

Dark he was, as dusk
to night cloaks the shore.

A'tremble he laid her down,
a kiss--the answer

His voice the Sirens did steal—
fair trade to thwart disaster.