At the window he sat
Looking at the sea purple and green
And on its surface flat
He saw but was not seen
The white and blue rafters
Gliding on the waters
On four wheels of gold
While seagulls young and old
Flew out into the wind
Like thoughts of a sick mind

He sees immense meadows
In underwater bowers
Full of enchanting flowers
A feast of lights and shadows
And hears the song of sea-shells
In the dark womb of the sea
Like enchanted bells
While serpents and strange fishes
With hypnotic motions
Like mysterious dervishes
Sing strange incantations

He sees full rounded shapes
Like women in skirts
Taking off their girths
On tall waves blue as grapes
Moving their lips
Licking their fingertips
Singing with the snakes
Showing their full breasts
As soft as white snow-flakes
In madness or in jest
To a silly populace
In search of fun and solace

Pale like a fading rose
On the bed of her repose
His sweet lovely beloved
Looks with her eyes closed
She doesn't see her lover
Oh he has gone forever!
No more he comes no more
My heart is empty and sore
My life has flown away
She voicelessly did say