t I

    here

    is  dim twilig lies

    bet trouble me not, for my love is

    calling to me.

    And  eously, but  not, but

    leapt from crag to crag, being sure-footed as a , and at

    last he sea.

    Bronze-limbed and , like a statue  by a Grecian, he

    stood on to t of the foam

    came  beckoned to  of the waves rose dim

    forms t did him homage.  Before him lay his shadow, which was

    the honey-

    coloured air.

    And o  drive me from thee,

    send me not fort a .  thy

    to take h me.

    ossed  should I love my love if

    I gave t? he cried.

    Nay, but be merciful, said , for the

    world is very cruel, and I am afraid.

    My  is my loves, arry not, but get

    thee gone.

    S love also? asked his Soul.

    Get the young

    Fisook ttle knife s handle of green

    vipers skin, and cut a

    rose up and stood before   was even as

    himself.

    back, and t to , and a feeling of

    a me see

    thy face no more.

    Nay, but  meet again, said ts voice was low

    and flute-like, and its lips  spake.

    ? cried t not

    folloo the sea?

    Once every year I o to thee, said

    t may be t t have need of me.

    need s

    be it as t, and o ters and tritons

    bletle Mermaid rose up to meet him, and

    put h.

    And tood on tchem.  And when

    to t  he

    marshes.

    And after a year o the

    sea and cal