Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The King of Spains Daughter and the DiverEdward Sapir, trans.
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Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
Will have a trade be taught her,
Sail, O mariner!
Will have a trade be taught her,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
To beat and scald and splash,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
And a fine bench for the washing,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
Her gold ring drops in the sea,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
And set herself to weep,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
Her gentle cavalier,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
If I looked for it out in the sea?”
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
“Or two, if you wish, or three.”
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
And dives down into the sea,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
The sea is all in a jumble,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
The ring went clink and clank,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
He stays in the sea to drown,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
His mother does naught but cry,
Sail, O mariner!
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
My son must needs be drowned?
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!
My son must needs be drowned?”
Sail, O mariner—oh, sail!