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THE SEA-FAIRIES.
Slow sailed the weary mariners, and saw
Between the green brink and the running foam
White limbs unrobéd in a chrystal air,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold: and while they mused,
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reached them on the middle sea.
Between the green brink and the running foam
White limbs unrobéd in a chrystal air,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold: and while they mused,
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reached them on the middle sea.
