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THE SIRENS
Wail! wail! and smite your lyres' sonorous gold,
And beckon naked beauty; luring me
With arms and breasts and hips of godly mold,
Dark, wind-wild locks seen through the surf-blown sea!
And beckon naked beauty; luring me
With arms and breasts and hips of godly mold,
Dark, wind-wild locks seen through the surf-blown sea!
Vain all your magic! dull in unclosed ears!
Beside one voice sweet-calling o'er the foam,
That, in my heart, like some strong hand appears
To gently, firmly draw my vessel home.
Beside one voice sweet-calling o'er the foam,
That, in my heart, like some strong hand appears
To gently, firmly draw my vessel home.
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