The Sea-Fever.

From liquid glass to boiling foam, moody Sea Can gentle be, or scream out her commands With restless need for exclusivity She drowns attempts to flee her reprimands. Savage mistress she. Skirting coastline, Jezabel in uniform Will smile teasingly, beguile us, winning Love with fickle heart, until she strips, storms Forth naked, then fury-dancing begins. Savage performer she. Watch fever unchained, behold hell regaining Tempestuous wilful hold, - - but calm reveals Her face again. Love of sea, lifelong, remains Alluring as a mermaid's kiss, - - unyielding Savage sweetheart she. Go to her then, stay awhile you coastal child. Sea fever is addictive more than gold, But beware, leaving her will drive you wild. Her siren call imprisons with strong hold. Savage jailor she.