Amberian Dawn

Weeping maiden of the cold Northland
runs on through the fen and the forest
to the cold sea-shore.
She sat weeping on the dark seaside,
tears on the white sand made silver- pearls
they glow like moon.
"Cry no more for me, I ask of thee,
When I sink beneath the sea-foam.
I will make my bed in chrystal waters,
water-ferns my cloak and pillow. "
In tears she saw the young fairy maidens
of the waters out at the dark sea
in cold moonlight.