Be still O rolling waves and hear

The happy telling of my love,

And you frail craft that homeward steer,

Let go the driving winds above!

Now all you brethren of the sea,

Stay a while and follow me

For what I tell is true and wise,

It cleaves even stone asunder!

Love is the light that tints the skies,

Truth is love’s glorious thunder.

And though the deluge rises high,

It cannot drown a lover’s heart.

Now to my love I swiftly fly

And from her I shall never part.

(Written c.1997 and lost until today.)