I, Dryad-a lamentation

I see thee in pleasing garb  
of the sea they came wrappan thee    
that thou be unseen to me    
O’ that was so,    
I beg mercy to blind me    
     
Dost thou see me      
discern my figure as I stand poised    
under the willow tree    
long hath I cried for thee    
as drooped the willow leaves    
are as I bowed to the gods    
for thy return    
     
My sister, ah! thou be kin    
to me and mine    
betrayals, o thou twisted      
the knife to the hilt    
from our kinfolks    
of the Oaks and trees    
dryads, beloved of the druids    
thou acquired the fellows    
of fishes    
     
For a man, nay, a half man    
not of human, nor fish    
thou hath bid farewell    
to all thy kin, thy fellows    
thy calls left the thread    
of our songs, in the forests    
humans call magical    
     
‘twas our domain      
our kingdom    
for leaving spirits such as thee    
will fade the ancient ones away    
     
I, uncertain of my misfortune    
with the gods and goddesses      
may traverse, dale and vale    
where the moonbeams glow    
to sleep and dream of what may    
     
While thou and thine    
slumber in the deep and frolick    
in sunbathed shores.