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II. THE PREVAILMENT.
Listen, Youth! oh listen, listen
To my dittying lyre and song!
She whose eyes so gently glisten
Cannot will thee wrong!
O that unto thee as me
Deep dominion of the sea
Did, sweet youth, belong!
To my dittying lyre and song!
She whose eyes so gently glisten
Cannot will thee wrong!
O that unto thee as me
Deep dominion of the sea
Did, sweet youth, belong!
'Neath the sea there is no sorrow—
Love the only pain we know!
Jocund night brings joyful morrow
To the bowers below!
At the green foot of this well
Is my glassy bower and cell—
Will the Mortal go?
Love the only pain we know!
Jocund night brings joyful morrow
To the bowers below!
At the green foot of this well
Is my glassy bower and cell—
Will the Mortal go?
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I will give thee green shell-armour,
Crystal spear and helm of gold;
Sword of proof against the charmer,
Like a Knight of old!
Thou shalt in a chariot brave
Roam the deep and ride the wave—
Dar'st thou be so bold?
Crystal spear and helm of gold;
Sword of proof against the charmer,
Like a Knight of old!
Thou shalt in a chariot brave
Roam the deep and ride the wave—
Dar'st thou be so bold?
O'er the wan-blue waters sliding
What proud pleasure it will be
Thy wild ocean coursers guiding
To control the sea!
Down the rocky ladder steep
Winding to the monstrous deep,
Come, oh come with me!
What proud pleasure it will be
Thy wild ocean coursers guiding
To control the sea!
Down the rocky ladder steep
Winding to the monstrous deep,
Come, oh come with me!
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Treasure past the power of telling
Richly shall the deed repay;
Come!—I hear the sea-caves knelling,
“Come, oh come away!”
Come and boast thee to have been
Wanderer of the sea-bed green,
Till thy dying day.
Richly shall the deed repay;
Come!—I hear the sea-caves knelling,
“Come, oh come away!”
Come and boast thee to have been
Wanderer of the sea-bed green,
Till thy dying day.
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