 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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THE SEA NYMPHS TO PROMETHEUS
Sufferer, fear not, love hath sent us,
Yearning with compassion we!
We have stilled our fathers' tongue, fain to prevent us,
We have left our clear homes in the deep blue sea.
We have travelled far
In our wingèd car,
For thee, for thee!
Yearning with compassion we!
We have stilled our fathers' tongue, fain to prevent us,
We have left our clear homes in the deep blue sea.
We have travelled far
In our wingèd car,
For thee, for thee!
For through our still, wave-dripping grottoes rang
A hideous brazen clang,
Breaking our noonday dreamings in our peaceful sea.
With unsandalled feet
Breathless and fleet
To our wingèd car we sprang,
For thee, for thee.
A hideous brazen clang,
Breaking our noonday dreamings in our peaceful sea.
With unsandalled feet
Breathless and fleet
To our wingèd car we sprang,
For thee, for thee.
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |