A Romance Without sails or lights there flees A ship round the world without rest.

The moon shines down on the seas,And weathered stands the mast.

A sinister Helmsman steers,No blood flows in his veins,No light shines from his eyes,No thought stirs in his brain.

The waves beat,wild and savage;

She strikes a cliff,to founder,But rides aloft,undamaged,As swift as she went under.

Till raging seaflood swells In bloodbath weltering.

Troubled,the Helmsman quails;

This proves an evil thing.

The Spirits scream vengeful doom Below and up on high.

The Helmsman's plunged in gloom,The ship goes shooting by.

To faroff lands she fares,Where coasts and bays she sees,Then flashes in mirrorfire,Till kissed down by the seas.