The pale dawn went down unto the sea,

Past the gray ships in the offing.

The salt wind found her blowing hair

And closed his wings and nested there,

And the salt sea hungered for her rare

Sweet body and forgot his scoffing.

The pale dawn went down unto the sea

When all the world was sleeping;

She lifted veils and veils of air

Until her eager limbs were bare,

And the salt sea shook his manÉd hair,

And the curl’d waves came to her, leaping.