thE FIShERMAN AND hIS SOUL

    [tO h.S.h. ALICE, PRINCESS OF MONACO]

    Every evening t out upon threw

    s into ter.

    not little

    at best, for it ter and black-winged wind, and rough waves

    rose up to meet it.  But he fish

    came in from to ts, and he

    took to t-place and sold them.

    Every evening  out upon t was

    so   into t.  And he

    laugo  all the fish

    t ser t o

    men, or some t t Queen will desire, and

    putting fortrengtugged at till,

    like lines of blue enamel round a vase of bronze, the long veins

    rose up on ugged at thin ropes, and nearer and

    nearer came t corks, and t rose at last to

    top of ter.

    But no fis all , nor any monster or thing of horror,

    but only a little Mermaid lying fast asleep.

    fleece of gold, and eace hair as a

    te

    ivory, and ail was of silver and pearl.  Silver and pearl was

    ail, and t; and like

    sea-she

    cold  glistened

    upon her eyelids.

    So beautiful was s whe young Fisherman saw her he was

    filled  out  close

    to he side he clasped her in his arms.  And

    led sea-gull, and

    error  eyes, and

    struggled t s escape.  But igo him,

    and  suffer o depart.

    And w she could in no way escape from him, she

    began to  me go, for I am the only

    daugher is aged and alone.

    But t let thou

    makest me a promise t w come and