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THE NAIADES.

In the drift of rainbow'd fountains,
Where the brook its silver traces,
Thro' the campaign rich and fair,—
'Mid the sedges' languid faces,
Braided with ambrosial hair,
Breeding laughter, love, despair—
Mortals may not see our beauty,
Lest they die in our embraces.
Where the red weed dips and glances,
In the dull and deeper pool.
One by one the myrtle-berries
Shed in dimpled eddies cool.
Steps profane, be far away,
Here the sister sea-nymphs play.