There Sits A Lovely Maiden, The Ocean Murmuring Nigh; She Throws The Hook, And Watches; The Fishes Pass It By. A Ring, With A Red Jewel, Is Sparkling On Her Hand; Upon The Hook She Binds It, And Flings It From The Land. Uprises From The Water A Hand Like Ivory Fair. What Gleams Upon Its Finger? The Golden Ring Is There. Uprises From The Bottom A Young And Handsome Knight; In Golden Scales He Rises, That Glitter In The Light. The Maid Is Pale With Terror, "Nay, Knight Of Ocean, Nay, It Was Not Thee I Wanted; Let Go The Ring, I Pray." "Ah, Maiden, Not To Fishes The Bait Of Gold Is Thrown; The Ring Shall Never Leave Me, And Thou Must Be My Own."