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“THE SEA-MAIDS' MUSIC”
One moment the boy, as he wandered by night
Where the far-spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,
One moment he caught on the breath of the breeze
The voice of the sisters that roam thro' the seas.
Where the far-spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,
One moment he caught on the breath of the breeze
The voice of the sisters that roam thro' the seas.
One moment, no more: though the boy lingered long,
No more might he hear of the mermaidens' song,
But the pine-woods behind him moaned low from the land,
And the ripple gushed soft at his feet on the sand.
No more might he hear of the mermaidens' song,
But the pine-woods behind him moaned low from the land,
And the ripple gushed soft at his feet on the sand.
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Yet or ever they ceased, the strange sound of their joy
Had lighted a light in the breast of the boy;
And the seeds of a wonder, a splendour to be,
Had been breathed through his soul from the songs of the sea.
Had lighted a light in the breast of the boy;
And the seeds of a wonder, a splendour to be,
Had been breathed through his soul from the songs of the sea.
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