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XI
Sea Lure
Deep down I see her on a coral throne,Or in an emerald grotto, arched with foam,
Combing green tresses with a rainbow comb,
The kraken by her, watching, still as stone.
Oft have I seen her in the ocean's moan
Busy with shells beneath a nautilus dome;
Or scattering pearls to lure the fishes home,
A mermaid form no man shall make his own.
Now like a siren, on some island hoar,
Naked she sings of loves and lotus lands,
And men who hear leave sweethearts and their wives;
And now, a witch, from some Utopian shore,
Beckoning, she calls, rich treasure in her hands,
And to the quest men blindly give their lives.
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