THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
sing to me, for t to listen to the Sea-
folk, and so ss be full.
ilt trut me go, if I promise this? cried
the Mermaid.
In very trut the young Fisherman.
So s by th of
t her, and she
sank doo ter, trembling range fear.
Every evening t out upon the sea, and called
to t of ter and sang to him.
Round and round he wild gulls wheeled
above her head.
And she Sea-folk who
drive to cave, and carry ttle calves
on tritons who have long green beards, and
s, and bloed conche King passes
by; of th a roof of
clear emerald, and a pavement of brighe gardens
of t filigrane fans of coral wave all day
long, and t about like silver birds, and the anemones
cling to the ribbed yellow
sand. S come doh
seas and o the Sirens
s o stop
t to the
er and be droall masts,
and to the mackerel
s of ttle barnacles
ravellers, and cling to the ships and
go round and round ttlefishe
sides of tretc their long black arms, and can
make nig. Silus who
of is carved out of an opal and steered
he happy Mermen who play upon harps and can
c Kraken to sleep; of ttle cch
heir backs;
of te foam and their arms
to tusks, and
ting manes.
And as sunny-fiso listen
to s round them and
caugook
o the sea, smiling
at him.
Yet