Uncounted men have chased thee; fair thou smilest,
Full bright the stars upon thy waters shine.
From shrouding mists thou callest and beguilest:
What art thou that this sorcery is thine?
Alone, untried, into that dark unknowing,
Where cold the tempests' furies mask the sun:
Who went before and knew not in his going
That none undid what thou in rage hadst done?
Who went before, and honour'd not thy splendour?
Who heard the sea-gull's cry and turn'd away?
Though in thy gentle loving softly tender,
Thou art as wrathful as thou e'er art fey.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,None, once enthrall'd, shall walk apart from thee.
The female rhyme was only meant to be for the first quatrain, but then it simply refused to go away.
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