C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Fisher’s Hut

Translation of Charles Godfrey Leland

THE OCEAN shimmered far around,

As the last sun-rays shone;

We sat beside the fisher’s hut,

Silent and all alone.

The mist swam up, the water heaved,

The sea-mew round us screamed;

And from thy dark eyes, full of love,

The scalding tear-drops streamed.

I saw them fall upon thy hand;

Upon my knee I sank,

And from that white and yielding hand

The glittering tears I drank.

And since that hour I waste away,

Mid passion’s hopes and fears:

O weeping girl! O weary heart!—

Thou’rt poisoned with her tears!