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THE FISHER-MAIDEN.
Beautiful fisher-maiden,
Drive thy light boat to land—
Come to me, and sit down beside me;
We whisper, hand in hand.
Drive thy light boat to land—
Come to me, and sit down beside me;
We whisper, hand in hand.
Rest on my heart thy head, love,
Nor tremble for fear of me,—
Thou trustest thyself without trembling
Still to the stormy sea!
Nor tremble for fear of me,—
Thou trustest thyself without trembling
Still to the stormy sea!
My heart is like the sea,—
Has storm, and ebb, and flow,
And many a beautiful pearl sleeps
In its calm depths below.
Has storm, and ebb, and flow,
And many a beautiful pearl sleeps
In its calm depths below.
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