PART THE SIXTH

Even as one voice the great sea sang.  From out
The green heart of the waters round about,
Welled as a bubbling fountain silverly
The overflowing song of the great sea;
Until the Prince, by dint of listening long,
Divined the purport of that mystic song;
(For so do all things breathe articulate breath
Into his ears who rightly harkeneth)
And, if indeed he heard that harmony
Aright, in this wise came the song of the sea: 

“Behold all ye that stricken of love do lie,
Wherefore in manacles of a maiden’s eye
Lead ye the life of bondmen and of slaves? 
Lo in the caverns and the depths of Me
A thousand mermaids dwell beneath the waves: 
A thousand maidens meet for love have I,
Ev’n I the virgin-hearted cold chaste sea. 
Behold all ye that weary of life do lie,
There is no rest at all beneath the sky
Save in the nethermost deepness of the deep. 
Only the silence and the midst of Me
Can still the sleepless soul that fain would sleep;
For such, a cool death and a sweet have I,
Ev’n I the crystal-hearted cool sweet sea. 
Behold all ye that in my lap do lie,
To love is sweet and sweeter still to die,
And woe to him that laugheth me to scorn! 
Lo in a little while the anger of Me
Shall make him mourn the day that he was born: 
For in mine hour of wrath no ruth have I,
Ev’n I the tempest-hearted pitiless sea.”

So sang the waters, if indeed ’twere they
That sang unto the Prince’s ears that day,
Since in the ship was not a soul besides
Could hear that burden of the voiceful tides;
For when he told the sailors of this thing,
And ev’n what words the waters seemed to sing,
They stared astonishment, and some, that had
More churlish souls than others, held him mad,
And laughed before his face outright.  But when
The captain heard the gossip of his men
Touching this marvel, the strange news begot
No merry mood in him, who wist not what
Should be the meaning of the miracle,
Nor whether ’twere an omen good or ill. 
Wherefore the old seafarer—­having heard
The tale retold with many an afterword
The mariners’ own most fruitful wit supplied
To grace the telling—­took the Prince aside,
And ask’d him sundry questions privily
Concerning this same singing of the sea. 
So the Prince told him all there was to tell,
And when that he had heard, the old man fell
To meditating much, and shook his head
As one exceeding ill at ease, and said,
“I doubt the singing thou hast heard was no
Voice of the waters billowing below,
But rather of some evil spirit near,
Who sought with singing to beguile thine ear,
Spreading a snare to catch the soul of thee
In meshes of entangling melody,
Which taketh captive the weak minds of men. 
Therefore if thou should’st hear the sound again,
Look thou content thee not with hearkening,
But cast thine eyes around, and mark what thing
Thou seest, and let no man know but me.”