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Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to base
Dream in the sliding tides.
Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease. Her peaceful being slowly passes by
To some more perfect peace.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,
Shot o'er the seething harbor-bar,
And whistled to the morning star.
And while he whistled long and loud
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry, “ O Boy, tho' thou art young and proud,
I see the place where thou wilt lie.
". The sands and yeasty surges
mix In caves about the dreary bay, And on thy ribs the limpet sticks,
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play."
“Fool,” he answer'd, “death is sure
To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure
To sit with empty hands at home.
“My mother clings about my neck,
My sisters crying stay for shame;' My father raves of death and wreck,
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
“God help me! save I take my part
Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart,
Far worse than any death to me.”
“ WHITHER O whither love shall we go,
“ No, no, no! For in all that exquisite isle, my dear, There is but one bird with a musical throat, And his compass is but of a single note, That it makes one weary to hear." “ Mock me not ! mock me not ! love, let us go."
“ No, love, no. For the bud over breaks into bloom on the tree,
And a storm never wakes on the lonely sea,
“ Your ringlets, your ringlets,
That look so golden-gay,
you will give me one, but one,
To kiss it night and day,
Will turn it silver-gray;
And all her stars decay."
That art so golden-gay,
Can turn thee silver-gray;
And a fool may say his say ;
And a fear to be kiss'd away."
O Ringlet, O Ringlet,
I kiss'd you night and day, And Ringlet, o Ringlet,
You still are golden-gay, But Ringlet, O Ringlet,
You should be silver-gray; For what is this which now I'm told, I that took you for true gold, She that gave you 's bought and sold,
2. Ringlet, O Ringlet,
She blush'd a rosy red, When Ringlet, O Ringlet,
She clipt you from her head, And Ringlet, O Ringlet,
She gave you me, and said, “ Come, kiss it, love, and put it by: If this can change, why so can I.” O fie, you golden nothing, fie
You golden lie.
3. O Ringlet, O Ringlet,
I count you much to blame, For Ringlet, O Ringlet,
You put me much to shame, So Ringlet, O Ringlet,
I doom you to the flame. For what is this which now I learn, Has given all my faith a turn ? Burn, you glossy heretic, burn,