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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
FULL ROUND, FULL SOFT, HER DEWY ARMS
My lord nodded, and Yoomy sang:—
“Full round, full soft, her dewy arms,—
Sweet shelter from all Mardi's harms!”
“Full round, full soft, her dewy arms,—
Sweet shelter from all Mardi's harms!”
“Whose arms?” cried Mohi.
Sang Yoomy:—
Sang Yoomy:—
Diving deep in the sea,
She takes sunshine along:
Down flames in the sea,
As of dolphins a throng.
She takes sunshine along:
Down flames in the sea,
As of dolphins a throng.
“What mermaid is this? cried Mohi.
Sang Yoomy:—
Sang Yoomy:—
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Her foot, a falling sound,
That all day long might bound.
Over the beach,
The soft sand beach,
And none would find
A trace behind.
That all day long might bound.
Over the beach,
The soft sand beach,
And none would find
A trace behind.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |