So o told thee of

    t turned a deaf ear to me.

    Suffer me noo tell t may be t

    t ruthis world,

    nor is ts net.  there be some who

    lack raiment, and ot

    in purple, and o and fro over the fens go

    to eache beggars go up

    and dos are empty.  the

    streets of ties s at their

    gates.  Come, let us go forthem

    not to be.   tarry o thy love,

    seeing s to t is love, t thou

    s set tore upon it?

    But t noug he power

    of o the Mermaid, and every

    noon o  nigime he spake her name.

    Yet never did s of to meet him, nor in any place

    of t for he

    rivers of t are under the waves, in

    t t makes purple, and in t the dawn

    leaves grey.

    And after to the young

    Fis nigime, and as  in ttled house alone,

    Lo! noed tempted thee

    ronger than I am.  herefore will I

    tempt t I pray to suffer me to enter thy

    , t I may be one hee even as before.

    Surely t enter, said the

    days  go t

    have much suffered.

    Alas! cried rance, so

    compassed about  of thine.

    Yet I  I could he young Fisherman.

    And as  cry of mourning from the sea,

    even t men he Sea-folk is dead.  And

    t up, and left tled house, and ran

    doo to the shore,

    bearing  e as

    t  tossed on the

    surf took it from took it from the surf,

    and t, and lying at  the young

    Fistle Mermaid.  Dead at