A Siren Wondrous Beautiful At Night To A Boatman Sings Poem by Terence George Craddock

the night is a sparkle of star jewels spread upon the water
diamond points of light sparkle impale soul from dark water
the heavens a black velvet silk sparkle twinkle above water
the air is cool crisp clean fresh darkens quiet flows the Rhine
thrilling tops steep mountains sparkle in evening's after-shine
so strange a heart wounding sadness seems to mist in Rhine air
fairy-tale mists in from times unseen won't fog vanish in mind
it is an enchantment the night air crystal clear it is a mind mist

delight is an adorable charming enchanting exquisite maiden
this loveliest of maidens sits combing her jewel long golden hair
her golden jewels glisten as she combs she combs her golden hair
her hair glistens as she combs her golden hair with a comb of gold
she combs with a comb of gold she sings a song in golden strands
sings a song strangeness old casts an enchantment powerful spell

it grips the passing boatman in his boat with a wild pang of woe
lost he looks up to the heights at the Lorelei can't see rocks below
but silent waves are waiting the web waves end by swallowing
an ill fated boat and its boatman trapped by the Lorelei singing
tis indeed a fairy-tale dark from times unseen at river father Rhine
not classical Greek sirens singing luring sailors to death on rocks