If you can make it through the gate
And not just evaporate
And if my Endless woe you might abate -
Then for you I vow I'll wait.
If you can fathom my unearthly station,
Yet still behold me, void of trepidation,
Or care to spare a moment of shared elation -
Then I'll swear I can be patient.
But if it's due to your weak resolve
That you simply must dissolve,
Or sink into the Swamps of Sadness of my sway,
Then I'll look toward some other day.
Where some unknown courageous Cavalier can with unsheathed weapon the thorned thickets clear
And bestow a kiss upon this frozen Miss and the shroud of fog from her labyrinthine scene lift...
For so many sailors who forgot to steer
Have left me quite marooned down here.
So, please, good sir, be bold at those Tragic Gates,
So this Siren and her Sailor
Might share their happy fates.