"It is odd that
I should cherish
such a wild fantastic thing,
For as yet I hardly know her;
But O'er her Kingdom I'm her King!
Her dainty small fair features
overflood my heart with song
Calm, dark brown eyes bear upon me
Ecstasies - deep and long.
"Irma!" the rolling sea whispers
when I try to go to sleep
So, I stay awake to listen
to see if they bring messages from the deep.
Is it odd that one should move me
to such loftiness of scheme?
Would I dare to her suggestions
of a censured, silent dream?
I am sad that obvious reasons
won't permit us mutual ways
So, Inhibiting my longings
I await to have my day.
Then, Fair Irma, my princess
In the midnights hours be
still to haunt my dreams in splendor
and to linger close to me."