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TO THE SEA-NYMPH.
Where thy gold-grotto stands
By the rose-flowing fountain,
Where the sea-nymphs link hands,
Near the wild coral mountain:
Under foam, under curl,
Where the billow rolls widest;
Under shell, under pearl,
From the cave where thou hidest;
Oh! come to me, come!
I am loveless and lonely;
My life hath no home,
Save in thy bosom only!
By the rose-flowing fountain,
Where the sea-nymphs link hands,
Near the wild coral mountain:
Under foam, under curl,
Where the billow rolls widest;
Under shell, under pearl,
From the cave where thou hidest;
Oh! come to me, come!
I am loveless and lonely;
My life hath no home,
Save in thy bosom only!
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When the tide murmurs sweet,
While the mermaids are dancing,
When the sand 'neath their feet,
Like a silver floor 's glancing;
Under moss, under spray,
Where the billow rolls clearest,
Away, come away,
Ever loved, ever dearest!
Oh! come to me, come!
I am weary and lonely;
My life hath no home,
Save in thy bosom only!
While the mermaids are dancing,
When the sand 'neath their feet,
Like a silver floor 's glancing;
Under moss, under spray,
Where the billow rolls clearest,
Away, come away,
Ever loved, ever dearest!
Oh! come to me, come!
I am weary and lonely;
My life hath no home,
Save in thy bosom only!
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