Waiting

I'm waiting for my darling,
Here, sitting by the sea,
Whom never any ship that sails
Brings home again to me.

"Oh, sailor! have you seen her?
You'd know her by her eyes,—
So blue they are, so tender,
So full of glad surprise."

"Yes, I have seen your darling:
A fair wind never fails
To waft the good ship unto
The shore for which she sails.

"King Death they call the Captain,—
His crew a spectral band,—
He steers with pennons flying
Toward a far-off land.

"No other ship goes thither,
And back across that main,
The passengers he carries
He never brings again."