Norwegian Dame

if my voice could breath sweet melody and loom across the ancient sea shall crimson lips breath thy last goodbye northern winds shall carry sweet reply unto a gloomy grave thus thine fled the Norwegian Theresa I vow to wed and thou I be in dreadful loneliness leap from the ocean tide in hopelessness many the days thy face appears hidden in a moist and misty veil 'tis my love that shall prevail and thou thyself myself doth cheer I watched the wounded night fade twilight's sky turn to jade a jeweled crown the day renown for of my pilgrimage have settled down thou my spirit wonders forth from the Viking cities of the north unto the seven seas of mythology remaining true without apology a sultan’s palace and the throne what sorrow brings to sail alone and turn my eyes unto the south journeying to the Nile's mouth for; lo what changes time can bring and hear thine heavenly voice but sing what incantation life may bring, yet, I care not this beleaguerment 'twas what I sought and caught the twilight while yet aflame calling Theresa, Theresa my Norwegian dame