here is a

    garden of tulip-trees.  And te

    peacocks and peacocks t s.  tails when

    to t

    disks.  And sheir pleasure, and

    sometimes s otimes she dances

    .  ibium, and her

    nostrils are she wings of a swallow.  From a hook in

    one of rils  is carved out of a pearl.

    S are about

    inkle like bells of silver.  And so trouble not thyself

    any more, but come o ty.

    But t  closed his lips

    ight cord bound his hands, and

    journeyed back to to the

    little bay o sing.  And ever did his

    Soul tempt   no answer, nor would he

    do any of t it sougo make o do, so great

    hin him.

    And whe cord

    from ook the seal of silence from his lips, and

    called to ttle Mermaid.  But s to hough

    o  her.

    And  but little joy

    out of t as one er

    into a broken vessel.  t a, and nought

    is given to turn.  It ter for to come h

    me, for I knohings

    are wroughere.

    But t  in a cleft of

    t tles, and abode there for

    to the Mermaid,

    and every noon o  nigime he spake

    never did s of to meet him, nor

    in any place of t for her

    in ter, in tide and

    in t are at ttom of the deep.

    And ever did empt errible

    t did it not prevail against  he power

    of his love.

    And after t hin himself, I

    empted my master ronger than I

    am.  I empt  may be t he will

    come h me.