[00:34]Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree, [00:43]While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell [00:52]Between its chords;and as the wild notes swell, [00:59]The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea [01:42]But to what sound her listening ear stoops she? [01:50]What netherworld gulf-whispers doth she hear, [01:58]In answering echoes from what planisphere, [02:07]Along the wind,along the estuary? [03:05]She sinks into her spell:and when full soon [03:15]Her lips move and she soars into her song, [03:22]What creatures of the midmost main shall throng [03:31]In furrowed self-clouds to the summoning rune, [03:39]Till he,the fated mariner,hears her cry, [03:47]And up to her rock,bare breasted,coms to die?
[00:34]Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree, [00:43]While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell [00:52]Between its chords;and as the wild notes swell, [00:59]The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea [01:42]But to what sound her listening ear stoops she? [01:50]What netherworld gulf-whispers doth she hear, [01:58]In answering echoes from what planisphere, [02:07]Along the wind,along the estuary? [03:05]She sinks into her spell:and when full soon [03:15]Her lips move and she soars into her song, [03:22]What creatures of the midmost main shall throng [03:31]In furrowed self-clouds to the summoning rune, [03:39]Till he,the fated mariner,hears her cry, [03:47]And up to her rock,bare breasted,coms to die?
