"Fate Of The Maiden" Weeping maiden of the cold Northland Runs on through the fen and the forest To the cold sea-shore. She sat weeping on the dark seaside, Tears on the white sand made silver- pearls They glow like moon. 'Cry no more for me, I ask of thee, When I sink beneath the sea-foam. I will make my bed in chrystal waters, Water-ferns my cloak and pillow. ' In tears she saw the young fairy maidens Of the waters out at the dark sea In cold moonlight. Quick the maiden hastens out there To join the mermaids calling out for her To the deep blue sea. 'Cry no more for me, I ask of thee, When I sink beneath the sea-foam. I will make my bed in chrystal waters, Water-ferns my cloak and pillow. ' 'Cry no more for me, I ask of thee, When I sink beneath the sea-foam. I will make my bed in chrystal waters, Water-ferns my cloak and pillow. ' 'With the roar of waters falls the maiden, Falls to the deep blue sea. With the roar of waters falls the maiden, Falls to the deep boundless sea