THE MERMAIDS.
CHILD.
I HEARD a voice o'er the moonlit sea
Singing a wild and magic song—
Scarce by the sleeping winds I ween,
Was the sweet cadence borne along,
Echoing back on the sandy shore,
As the rippling ocean broke and fell,
When deeper closed the starry night,
The Mermaids' music fast did swell!
Singing a wild and magic song—
Scarce by the sleeping winds I ween,
Was the sweet cadence borne along,
Echoing back on the sandy shore,
As the rippling ocean broke and fell,
When deeper closed the starry night,
The Mermaids' music fast did swell!
FIRST MERMAID.
Oh! children of the main are we?
A thousand fathoms down our home;
Daughters we of the pathless deep
Sprung from the ever dancing foam.
A thousand fathoms down our home;
Daughters we of the pathless deep
Sprung from the ever dancing foam.
