I was between the devil and the deep sea,
My home has always being run with blood and with iron.
I thought they said a child should feel nothing but 'safe'
But mine was different. ...
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!