THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
me.
Nay, but tter the Soul.
Love is better, anso
t he marshes.
And after to the shore
of to t of
t to me?
And t I may speak hee,
for I hings.
So er, and leaned his
ened.
And to y t I knohere is an inn
t standet th sailors who drank of
t-coloured e bread made of barley, and
little salt fis
and made merry, tered to us an old man bearing a leathern
carpet and a lute t wo horns of amber. And when he had
laid out t on truck he
rings of e, and a girl whose face was veiled ran in
and began to dance before us. h a veil of
gauze, but hey
moved over t like little we pigeons. Never have I seen
anyty in w a
days journey from this place.
Now whe words of his Soul, he
remembered t ttle Mermaid and could not dance.
And a great desire came over o is
but a days journey, and I can return to my love, and he laughed,
and stood up in ter, and strode tohe shore.
And whe dry shore he laughed again, and held
out o cry of joy and
ran to meet ered into he young Fisherman saw
stretc s is
the Soul.
And o us not tarry, but get once,
for ters t do their
bidding.
So te, and all t nighe
moon, and all t day the sun, and on
to a city.
And to y in
o me?
And is not ty, but another.
Nevert us enter in. So