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Ballad
Mine eyes are dim and my wound is sore,
White sail, will you come to me?
My Friend, shall I never see thee more?
Be still, O moaning sea.
Have you forgotten the cup of bliss?
White sail, will you come to me?
On the flying ship, and the first long kiss?
Be still, O moaning sea.
Have you forgotten the forest trees?
White sail, will you come to me?
The vows we spoke to the stars and seas?
Be still, O moaning sea.
I sought you once in a strange disguise;
White sail, will you come to me?
You knew not even my sad, sad eyes;
Be still, O moaning sea.
“Call when you will, I’ll come,” you said;
White sail, will you come to me?
Come swiftly, or you will find me dead;
Be still, O moaning sea.
The sail is black, they have hauled it high;
White sail, you came not to me;
I’ll turn my face to the wall and die;
Be still, O moaning sea.
O Iseult, my life, my death, my friend!
White sail, there’s no need for thee;
I waited for you until the end…
Still is the moaning sea.