THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
s of the
King she whole world she would follow
t ty boy, it dye
lack? dye lack? I can pound a toad in a mortar, and make
brot, and stir th a dead mans hand. Sprinkle
it on turn into a black
viper, and h a wheel I can draw
tal I can s
dye lack? dye lack? tell me t
t pay me a price, pretty boy, t pay me
a price.
My desire is but for a little the young Fisherman,
yet been
is but for a little ts me, and
denied me. to thee evil,
and .
tco him.
I he young Fisherman.
tch grew pale, and shuddered, and hid her face in her blue
mantle. Pretty boy, pretty boy, stered, t is a
terrible to do.
ossed to me,
see it. I may not touc. I do not know
it.
tell tch, looking
do iful eyes.
Five pieces of gold, s, and ttled house
in well me
o get rid of my soul, and I I
possess.
S ruck he spray of
urn tumn leaves into gold, she answered,
and I can o silver if I . he
whis world, and has
their dominions.
ther
gold nor silver?
tcroked e
dance ty boy, s him as
she spoke.
Noug t? cried the young Fisherman in wonder and he rose
to .
Noug t, s him again.
t sunset in some secret place her, he
said, and after t ell me thing
wo know.
She moon is
full, stered. tened