O Darling! my Darling! our fearful love is gone;
The lovely orchid has on your hands, the sound of love is won;
The lilies leaves is near, the smell I love, the love all gleaming,
While follow eyes the steady glance, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! my heart! your heart!
O the pretty smiling on your red face,
Where on the deck my darling lies,
Fallen sweet and fall in love.
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