That Mortal Blow

I wonder where the death of me will be    
and will it to be where wind loudly blows    
by craggy rocks, the wild furious sea,
    
Blowing my blythe spirit endlessly free      
towards the everlasting morning glow      
I wonder where the death of me will be.    
    
And will it to be these last things I see,      
when life throws my final mortal blow      
by craggy rocks the wild furious sea,  

Great white foam flecked wave goodbying to me    
in the storm tossed sea's ceaseless ebb and flow
and wonder, where the death of me will be,  
    
And  crack of lightning's electricity      
of nature's own, as of my, stormy show  
by craggy rocks and great furious seas,
    
As I embrace the wildness of this She      
And sink to the deep green depth down below,      
I wonder where the death of me will be,
By craggy rocks and great furious seas?