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God's heard her pray'r, 

 For, lo! out there 

 A form is seen on the waters' brim. 



The sea lies calm 'neath a star-lit sky 

 That is mirrored in its breast; 



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And on the strand 

 Of rocks and sand 

 A maiden weeps alone. 

 " Oh, my God! " she cries, " send him back 



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To the one who mourns for him; 

 Let me kiss those eyes of the tender gray 

 That will nevermore see the light of day 



Steal along the sea-coast dim." — 



The zephyrs of morn so plaintively sigh 

 They waken the nymphs who dreamily lie 

 In visions of perfect rest. 

 Onward the waves 

 Creep toward the caves, 

 Where two lie fast asleep; 

 In loving arms, 

 They fear no harms 

 That come from out the deep; 

 And. lo! just there 

 A mermaid fair 

 Is seen to pause and weep. 

 Then she sings a song with a plaintive ring 



That would lull the soul to rest; 

 'Tis a song that none on the earth could sing, 

 For it breathes of a love that will always 

 bring 

 With it light from regions blest. 

 The stars pale slow 

 In clouds of snow, 

 While sea-mews soar from their lofty nest. 



