'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden's hair Above the nets at sea? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee.' They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea:

"'They that would his power command Know who holds his heart in hand: Silken tress is surest band.