Guardian of the wave-swept shore,
Take these cakes of little price
Which I lay before thy door,
Gifts of sacrifice.

When to-morrow's dawn shall come
On the broad Ionian main
I shall voyage swiftly home
To my sweet again.

Smile then, Venus, on my love;
Thou dost rule the marriage bower.
To my ship a saviour prove;
Thou o'er waves hast power.