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SONGS IN MINOR KEYS.
THE SPELL.
THE ring that sleeps on her finger white
Is a snake with mottled scales;
And the ship that wafts him from her sight
Is a bark with snow-white sails.
Is a snake with mottled scales;
And the ship that wafts him from her sight
Is a bark with snow-white sails.
The snake that sleeps on her finger there
Has a cruel, swift, red eye.—
"Bound on, my bark, thro' the midnight air!
Blow, wind, from the restless sky!"
Has a cruel, swift, red eye.—
"Bound on, my bark, thro' the midnight air!
Blow, wind, from the restless sky!"
The snake that clings to her milk white hand,
A wizard hath charmed with spells.—
"Turn back, my bark, to my love's fair land,
O'er the deep sea's bounding swells!
A wizard hath charmed with spells.—
"Turn back, my bark, to my love's fair land,
O'er the deep sea's bounding swells!
