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I
The Mermaiden.
There were jubilant sails on the ocean
And skeleton wrecks on the land;
There were laughters of billows in motion
To dance and to die on the sand.
And skeleton wrecks on the land;
There were laughters of billows in motion
To dance and to die on the sand.
There were shadowy Thules of islands,
Where Edens of lovers might be;
There was sea to the faraway skylands,
Wild, futile heartbeating of sea.
Where Edens of lovers might be;
There was sea to the faraway skylands,
Wild, futile heartbeating of sea.
There were sea-gods and nymphs in the waters
That burnished the beach with their spray;
All the beautiful sons and the daughters
Of ocean had gathered in play.
That burnished the beach with their spray;
All the beautiful sons and the daughters
Of ocean had gathered in play.
But the marvel of all, and the jewel,
Was a heart that had worshipped for years,
Which a mermaiden laughing and cruel
Had flung to a tempest of tears.
Was a heart that had worshipped for years,
Which a mermaiden laughing and cruel
Had flung to a tempest of tears.
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