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