THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
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