WATER STAR, 
A Spell. 
“Fairy Kandore, 
Prince of the sea, 
Saw a maid on the shore, 
Sleeping under a tree. 
“ ‘ Thou fairest of maidens, 
I bear thee below, 
To make thee my bride, 
Where the sea-forests grow.’ 
“Fairy Kandore 
Coral and pearl 
Did lavish upon her, 
That fair Indian girl: 
“But she pined for her lover, 
Her bright Indian home, 
And she died ’mid the sea-maidens 
Under the foam! 
“Fairy Kandore 
Mourned the fair maid, 
And wreathed with pale sea-flowers, 
Her hair’s glossy braid. 
“And, borne home by sorrowing 
Nymphs of the sea, 
She sleeps her last sleep 
’Neath her own Indian tree.” 
She has woven a spell of enchantment, 
So subtle, so rare and so sweet, 
That I live in a dream of delight, 
Love’s worshiping slave at her feet. 
F. S. 
