On a jutting rock, the goddess of the sea
watched the lad who rode often along the beach
between the fisherman’s wharf and a mountainous village.
He came each morning and left each night,
bringing and taking away her joy
to a place she could not reach.
She asked the river nymphs to follow far inland.
Behind hills wreathed in mist, they tell her of the maid he woos.
As she weeps, they rip pearls from her hair in payment,
revenging a scorn she once dealt them long ago.