In primeval times, a maiden,Beauteous Daughter of the Ether,Passed for ages her existenceIn the great expanse of heaven,O''er the prairies yet enfolded.Wearisome the maiden growing,Her existence sad and hopeless,Thus alone to live for agesIn the infinite expansesOf the air above the sea-foam,In the far outstretching spaces,In a solitude of ether,She descended to the ocean,Waves her coach, and waves her pillow.Thereupon the rising storm-windFlying from the East in fierceness,Whips the ocean into surges,Strikes the stars with sprays of oceanTill the waves are white with fervor.
