Beauty in Two Syllables

In part, embark on quests! She said, I know!
Impart me, bang! with knowledge grand to show.
Her name was soft, in part, like water's edge
it lapped as foam, imparted sweet farewells.
Her bosom swells! like novels sold for dimes.
The plane does come, and she departs for Spain!
In part, she wants the sands to keep her here;
the now, the tide, the moon have tied her fear.