Santorin

(A Legend of the gean)     'Who are you, Sea Lady,     And where in the seas are we?     I have too long been steering     By the flashes in your eyes.     Why drops the moonlight through my heart,     And why so quietly     Go the great engines of my boat     As if their souls were free?'     'Oh ask me not, bold sailor;     Is not your ship a magic ship     That sails without a sail:     Are not these isles the Isles of Greece     And dust upon the sea?     But answer me three questions     And give me answers three.     What is your ship?" 'A British.'     'And where may Britain be?'     'Oh it lies north, dear lady;     It is a small country.'     'Yet you will know my lover,     Though you live far away:     And you will whisper where he has gone,     That lily boy to look upon     And whiter than the spray.'     'How should I know your lover,     Lady of the sea?'     'Alexander, Alexander,     The King of the World was he.'     'Weep not for him, dear lady,     But come aboard my ship.     So many years ago he died,     He's dead as dead can be.'     'O base and brutal sailor     To lie this lie to me.     His mother was the foam-foot     Star-sparkling Aphrodite;     His father was Adonis     Who lives away in Lebanon,     In stony Lebanon, where blooms     His red anemone.     But where is Alexander,     The soldier Alexander,     My golden love of olden days     The King of the world and me?'     She sank into the moonlight     And the sea was only sea.