Marina sitting by the pool of night
With arms of pearly sheen
Cameo face in the faint moonlight
Serene

Marina gazing from the breast of waves
Her dark hair trailing round
Swimming perhaps to the old sea caves
Undrowned.

Marina lying on the ocean floor
All webbed with silver gleams
Tritons schooling here to adore
In dreams

Marina singing from the distant reef
Salt tears upon her lips
Echoing the sobs of an ancient grief
For ships

Marina loving in the cold and dark
Maid of the restless sea
Sad paramour in the sailors’ hearts
Is she…is she.

Marina loving in the cold and the dark
Maid of the spirit of the restless sea
The sad paramour in the sailors’ hearts
Is she…is she.