Nereids' Song

Open thy silvery pinions

Quiver the grass

Of remote dells

Fleet to the distant dominions

Whisper our somnolent tale

Tell of the myriads twinkling,

Flickering high

Gelid and calm

Tell of the sea waters rippling

Their sound's like salubrious balm

Zephyr, upsoar into mellow space of night,

Carry our song,

And let this music unite the

Sleepless and our arcane shore

Tell of the billowing dresses

Swirling in dance

On silken sand

Tell of the waving gold tresses

Stroked and caressed by thy hand

Tell of the subtle sensation

Precious as love

Vague, yet so clear

Tell of that gentle elation

Each bard and poet holds dear