 | Poems of Charles Warren Stoddard . |  |
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Beautiful Siren, thou whose palm-plumed crest
Gems the horizon like an emerald spray
Plucked from perennial paradise away
And lost forever, yet forever blest!
Gems the horizon like an emerald spray
Plucked from perennial paradise away
And lost forever, yet forever blest!
O Summer Isle! the rich sea's rich bequest
Unto her mermen, that with rare display
Meltest the souls of those whose hearts are gray,
Like the warm wave that fawns upon thy breast!
Unto her mermen, that with rare display
Meltest the souls of those whose hearts are gray,
Like the warm wave that fawns upon thy breast!
Beautiful Siren! Thy voluptuous vales
Invite the weary. As thy raptured guest
The mariner lets hang his mildewed sails
And seeks the fervor of thy full embrace
In bowers whose balm betrays their hiding-place,
Never to rouse from his enchanted rest.
Invite the weary. As thy raptured guest
The mariner lets hang his mildewed sails
And seeks the fervor of thy full embrace
In bowers whose balm betrays their hiding-place,
Never to rouse from his enchanted rest.
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