The Maiden's Weird

I have heard a voice calling me,
Calling me, calling me, 
Often by my name.
I have heard the sound of a falling sea,
Falling sea, falling sea, 
On a shore where sunsets flame.

Come away, the voice says, come away, 
Come away and come away,
In tones bell-thick and sweet.
The voice calls to me by night and day,
Night and day, night and day,
Soft like leaping deer's feet.

I have tried to guess the voice's source,
Voice's source, voice's source,
Wondering if it could be my lover.
He died upon a river's turquoise course,
Turquoise course, turquoise course,
And I have never loved another.

But his voice was not so sweet as this,
Sweet as this, sweet as this,
Though sweet enough to my ears.
His love was not as fleet as this,
Fleet as this, fleet as this,
Like a hare pursed by fox-fears.

The voice is strong in the dawn,
In the dawn, in the dawn,
And fades with the morning's death,
As if the light that it needs is gone,
Light is gone, light is gone,
When the growing day draws breath.

But it is stronger still at death of day,
Death of day, death of day,
When the purple sunset paints the sky;
And it sometimes takes my breath away,
My breath away, my breath away;
I never knew it could be so sweet to die.

If I were to follow the voice away,
The voice away, the voice away,
I could never return; for not to linger
Does the voice call, but for me to stay,
For me to stay, for me to stay,
For me to stay sings the singer.

Yet it is sunset again once more,
Again once more, again once more,
And I hear the voice whispering the light
Down from the sky to the sunset's shore,
Sunset's shore, sunset's shore,
And whispering in the blood of night.

Come away, the voice says, come away, 
Come away and come away,
In tones bell-thick and sweet.
The voice calls to me by night and day,
Night and day, night and day,
Soft like leaping deer's feet.

I rise to my feet, and shake out my hair,
Shake out my hair, shake out my hair,
And walk forward on the sea.
The golden path of sunset waits there,
Sunset waits there, sunset waits there,
And the light will take and bear me
To some country that has no name,
Has no name, and has no name,
But where the voice will be still,
And I can watch the sunsets flame,
Sunsets flame, and sunsets flame,
And die on each golden hill.

Come away, and come away...