The Nixie Maiden

THE Nixie maiden, so white and soft
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea),
The Nixie maiden, so white and soft,
How shall I tell what she did to me ?
She came through the waves when the fair moon shone
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea);
She came where I walked on the sands alone,
With a heart as light as a heart may be.
Soft as the crest where it combs and curls
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea),
White as the glint of her own white pearls,
The Nixie maiden, she came to me.
She looked in my eyes ; she smiled and sighed
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea),
She said she was weary of wind and tide,
She said she would stay on the shore with me.
She lay on my arm like a child at rest
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea) ;
She slipped her soft hand into my breast,
And stole my poor heart away from me.
And again she smiled, and again she sighed
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea),
Then down she slipped through the shining tide,
And the sea-depths hid her away from me.
Ay me ! I walk on the sands alone
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea),
Ay me! ’t is so cold when one’s heart is gone ;
I knew not before what cold might be.
Is that the gleam of her soft, bright hair ?
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea)
Are those her eyes that shine on me there?
Is she coming again through the waves to me ?
Ay me ! I shiver with cold and pain
(Drift o’ the wave and foam o’ the sea);
But the Nixie maiden comes never again,
Never again comes my heart to me.
L. E. R.